Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Great Baals of fire!

This evening's reading involves love, violence, and insanity in preparation for a full performance tomorrow. Here's an excerpt from the opening.

© Peter Rozovsky 2011

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6 Comments:

Anonymous I.J.Parker said...

An amusing conductor.

November 17, 2011  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

And some canny camera work.

November 17, 2011  
Anonymous solo said...

Up in the big smoke, Peter? Or should I say The Big Apple? Do they still call it that?

Oh, dear. To think you once listened to and posted about songs by The Clash. And now here you are shamelessly boasting about going to the Met to watch Verdi operas. What a sad, calamitous decline.

Where did you go wrong, Peter? Were you seduced by the Hebrew slaves? An irresistible attraction to fat ladies, perhaps? Well, whatever it was, I feel for you.

Even the best of us go off the rails eventually.

November 17, 2011  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

Solo, it's funny you should mention that because I was spurred to this opera trip by my reading of Charlie Stella, who writes funny, hard-hitting, violent crime fiction in the manner of Elmore Leonard or George V. Higgins. And I did stop off at New York's Mysterious Bookshop before my visit to Lincoln Center.

But you'll be reassured that I've listened to "I Fought the Law" and "Safe European Home" this week.

November 18, 2011  
Anonymous Ali said...

Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate;
va, ti posa sui clivi, sui colli,
ove olezzano tepide e molli
l'aure dolci del suolo natal!

is one of my favourites!

November 21, 2011  
Blogger Peter Rozovsky said...

And, to my ears on first listening, oddly mild and uplifting in tone for a song of a people suffering far from its homeland.

The scene was staged effectively, though, with the almost no movement from the chorus, some of whom looked like bodies collapsed of even dead.
As a matter of fact, here it is.

November 21, 2011  

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