Lisa Hirsch's Classical Music Blog.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
Berce mollement sur ton sein sublime
Ô puissante mer, l’enfant de Dindyme!
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Saturday, December 01, 2012
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Flu, my ass, if I may be so blunt. And good for Angela, Exiting as a Perfect Diva in the same way she Arrived. I have a friend who's a supernumerary in the tired old production who plaintively wished he could be similarly "indisposed" since he's so sick of it, but then, he's not a diva.
Ha. Well, I have no personal knowledge myself. I opted for Racette, who was the most dramatically convincing and non-irritating Tosca I have seen. (Sang pretty well too!)
I wonder when they'll replace the production. This is fifth go-round since 1997. Some day!
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