I think spring planting season can't come too soon for poor Clayton...
![]()
I think spring planting season can't come too soon for poor Clayton...
![]()
I cannot wait to see pictures of Clayton in ... costume.
Hey Clayton, If you need help running down a pair of them groovy Crocs to complete your outfit, let me know. They're all over the place over here!
Back on topic, we enjoyed Tosca last night, with McGee, Kaufmann and Hampson. I even liked the novel staging. The night before, we made our first ever trip to Moscow to watch the Red Square Concert with Netrebko and Hvorostovsky. Both are excellent performances on equally as exceptional Blu ray discs. I did note, without editorializing, that many women in Red Square seemed (hunting for inoffensive descriptive term) emotionally moved by Hvorostovky's vocal prowess. Or something.
Yes, but not so as to disrupt the story line. Think Manon with Netrebko and Villazon: the 50s environment of that Manon did not in any way limit the expression of the essence of the story. The same is true of this Tosca, with one exception: 1800 Rome is a part of Tosca with reference to Napoleon's victory at Marengo. Most folks today would not pick up on that.
Got a hold of a better version of Rusalka and we watched that Saturday. (The met's version with Renee Flemeing that was shown in live HD.)
Sunday we watch Die Walkure, the Lepage production.
![]()
I have the DVD of Tosca with Hampson's Scarpia, and find him totally chilling. He is very suave and elegant -- and could smile quite pleasantly at you while he's torturing you. McGee's Tosca is visibly repelled by his touch. (But of course, my favorite here is that geezer Kaufmann.)
Bookmarks