As the Opster Project moves closer towards the age of the castrati, it’s all-too-appropriate that Cecilia Bartoli’s latest CD should be all about the boys of the bris.  By means of an extra-curricular study, I’ll listen to Sacrificium when I break...

Lully’s Phaëton is an interesting animal.  But first, a setting: I’ve been working with Brooklyn Academy of Music for the past six weeks.  It’s a 45-minute commute from my alcove in Queens, but it’s a straight shot on the N line thru Manhattan and...

After Danielle de Niese’s recent (Le) Poisson Rouge concert, I decided to let one Angeleno meet another and brought my boyfriend, Lawson, around to the autograph table.  Ok, the egotist in me also wanted her autograph on the full-page interview I did...

Ovid count…8! I love the intersection of opera and other forms of art.  Take, for instance, Lully’s Persée. Having been to both Barcelona and Florence, I remember Dali’s and Cellini’s sculptures of Perseus with the decapitated head of everyone’s...

I have a stack of papers on my (brand-ish new CB2) desk full of notes from the recordings I’ve listened to for the Opster Project. They’re there. I’m at the close of the 1600s, and I promised myself I wouldn’t go into the 18th Century until I...