I like your opera – I think I will set it to music
You couldn’t tell if she was dressed for an opera or an operation.
No opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.
In 1857, Bizet departed for Rome and spent three years there. He studied the landscape, the culture, Italian literature and art. Musically he studied the scores of the great masters. At the end of the first year he was asked to submit a religious work as his required composition. As a self-described atheist, Bizet felt...
All three of us had a vision for an exceptional opera program.
From the late Classical period and more so in Romantic and Modern opera, the weight settled into the orchestra, with the voices as a free obbligato above it, … That just drives me crazy. I want the vocal line to be as much the core as the bass line. I want to create the illusion...
The soap opera will continue. I wouldn’t take them off stage altogether as some people are doing.
Opera lovers may be the narrowest people in the world.
I couldn’t ask for a more wonderful opera to end my tenure.
When I finally found that notion of Jo, I found the structure of the opera,
I’ve never been to the opera; I’ve only seen opera on DVD.
I think my great-grandpa was an opera singer or something.
I can see Richard Wagner standing at the gates of heaven. “You have to let me in,” he says. “I wrote Parsifal. It has to do with the Grail, Christ, suffering, pity and healing. Right?” And they answer, “Well, we read it and it makes no sense.” SLAM.
I used to know all the lyrics to all the songs from ‘The Phantom of the Opera.’
As a teenager I studied opera, believe it or not. But I just couldn’t catch on to it.
No good opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.
I had a year at 3 when I wanted to be a conductor in the opera.
Most people are here because they don’t want to live in a big city. They don’t care about bistros or the opera. They care about the mountains . . . and letting their kids play in the front yard, … If things get too big, we’ll lose that small-town charm.
I never can hear a crowd of people singing and gesticulating, all together, at an Italian opera, without fancying myself at Athens, listening to that particular tragedy, by Sophocles, in which he introduces a full chorus of turkeys, who set about bewailing the death of Meleager.
It’s in my genes. My mother was an opera singer. I’m clearly dramatic.
Theatres are curious places, magician’s trick-boxes where the golden memories of dramtic triumphs linger like nostalgic ghosts, and where the unexplainable, the fantastic, the tragic, the comic and the absurd are routine occurences on and off the stage. Murders, mayhem, politcal intrigue, lucrative business, secret assignations, and of course, dinner.
We are in the process of launching a major virtual opera house tour.
The dictatorship is like an aria that never becomes an opera.
The first opera I went to see was Maria Callas singing ‘Tosca’.
If it really was Queen Elizabeth who demanded to see Falstaff in a comedy, then she showed herself a very perceptive critic. But even in The Merry Wives of Windsor, Falstaff has not and could not have found his true home because Shakespeare was only a poet. For that he was to wait nearly two...
… My mother, daroga, my poor, unhappy mother would never… let me kiss her… She used to run away… and throw me my mask!… Nor any other woman… ever, ever!… Ah, you can understand, my happiness was so great, I cried. And fell at her feet, crying… and I kissed her feet… her little feet…...