JSU stood me a "not good enough for NPR" consolation cocktail Thursday at that "Opera on Tap" thing a few people have posted about. Seemed like good fun, though the back room at Freddy's, a charming Prospect Heights spot that has a date with Ratner's wrecking ball, is uncomfortably hot in the weather we're having. I stuck it out for a little while and caught a spirited run-through of the Count/Suanna duet, a pretty high quality Hamlet aria, and other amusements served up to a crowd of extremely enthusiastic hipsters. (No, I know, hipsters are never enthusiastic--it's in the rule book--but I don't have a term for what hipsters become when they move to Cobble Hill and lighten the fuck up a little.) Catch it later on at Park Slope's wonderful Barbés* and I think some other places. You've got strong fingers; get googling!
*clap for me: I typed a diacritic. As it happens, the wrong diacritic. Life is hard. Ok, hèrè we gò. Barbès.
More soon on Gurrelieder, then Elektra.
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consolation ((((hugs)))) to maury from the left coast! i too was excised from an npr story earlier this year—i gave a faaaabulous interview full of witty, incisive and insightful quotes, and then they dumped me in favor of a wisconsinite talking banalities! their loss, i tell you.
YES DO TELL ABOUT THE ELEKTRA
I saw the most disappoint DG last night, about which you can read chez moi.
*the crowd goes wild* for Maury typing diacritics!
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