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Showing posts with label opera. Show all posts
Showing posts with label opera. Show all posts

Thursday, November 20, 2014

中國戲曲... ... 好消息



I do not know if that is exactly correct, but "Chinese Opera"! Yay! Huzzah!

There is another coming to the area, and I'll be able to attend.

The first Chinese Opera I went to in Ann Arbor, I moaned and groaned for the first ten minutes. Then, suddenly, I became totally enchanted by the beauty of all the arts upon the stage.

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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

We Can All Be Barbers

I keep waiting for a link which will lead me down a forking path to the Internet of Tlön and Uqbar.
I have tired of the present Internet and its insistence upon repeating ad nauseam the infinitely reflected images of a world grown tired and cynical. I yearn for the tales of the great heresiarchs and their battles; I yearn to hear of the female imams of Xinjiang and Henan province and the female priests of southern Chimayo.
I wish to hear of the great meditations of fire, like those of Catherine of Siena. I want the Pope to be a carpenter's son or a fisherman.

I want sports to be forever memorable, and opera to be unending.
All of us are Figaros, barbers of Seville; not merely cutters of hair, but Factotum della città !
Factotum of the City !

 
 Peter Mattei, Joyce di Donato, and Juan Diego Florez   MET Opera  2006

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Tuesday, October 02, 2007

The Second Visit To The Empress

She-who-must-be-obeyed dragged me to a Chinese Opera on Sunday. What fiendishness! You know, if memory serves, this is the same pillar of society who demurrs attendance at Opera because it is too-o-o-o long! Well, if The Barber of Seville is too long, what does one expect from The Second Visit? (I don't recall whether I mentioned we saw the New York Metropolitan Opera production of Barber last fall? It was so good that I almost cried at the end of the first act. Then, if memory serves, just recently I saw a Simpson's episode where Homer sings the role of Dr. Bartolo! ) I absolutely loved the Chinese Opera. Now I have to find where there is more. Chinese Opera takes about 12 minutes of getting used to. Then the story goes as effortlessly as the flight of cranes. Duke Xu and General Yang, we loved you.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Gianni Schicchi At The Met

Allessandro Corbelli as Gianni Schicchi
She who must be obeyed and I went to the Live Transmission of the Metropolitan Opera of New York to see Il Trittico, the opera of which Gianni Schicchi forms the last third. She went because she loves the music of Gianni Schicchi, forming, as it does, the soundtrack of A Room With A View. I went because I thought that Gianni was the Gianni of Everybody Loves Raymond and Robert might be on stage, saying "Everybody loves Raymond."

She who must be obeyed was surprised to find that the source of her favorite music was an comic opera about a rascal. I found out that Gianni did not go to Nemo's Pizza Parlor to hang out. Gianni Schicchi is a form of the Trickster Image from our history. He is similar to Coyote, or Raven, or Kokopelli, or Legba; any number of similar figures who are cunning and use their intelligence to pull capers and pranks. Prometheus' theft of fire from Olympus was essentially a scam, a prank, a wheeze he pulled on the gods and for the benefit of humanity.
Odysseus was cunning, he was a man of turns and tricks, he was the go-to guy for the Achaeans, because, truth be told, the Achaeans were fighters, not thinkers.
Think of the tales of the Viking beserkers; that is what Ajax was like at Troy. That is what Achilles was like in the heat of battle, not some precious Brad Pitt figure who uses martial arts. These guys went beserk in battle.

It wasn't pretty.
Steam rolled off their bodies at the end of a battle.
In fact, it took a good deal of effort to get these guys down from their slaughter high after a battle. This has always been a problem for soldiers: getting them back into some semblance of sanity after they have waged a pitched battle.
The trickster was an entirely different figure from Ajax and Achilles. Odysseus was a trickster. He used his head. That's why he endured. (Of course, sometimes the scheme of the trickster backfires.)
Gianni is a trickster. He tricks the greedy relatives of poor old Buoso Donati.
I remember telling you Don Imus was a trickster and should be back on the airwaves.
We have had enough of the Best and the Brightest.
Give me Odysseus.
Give me Imus.
Give me Gianni Schicchi!