Past two months have been pretty busy. Got back from Vienna, finished a handful of papers (two more to go), took part in the Don Giovanni Revisited workshop at the first European Opera Days in Paris. Met some lovely people there, absolutely wonderful, now all I need to do is keep in touch - not something I've traditionally been good at, I'm afraid. Meh. We'll see how that develops.
March saw the revival of Adès' Tempest in Covent Garden. Just when you think life doesn't get any better - say, when you've just clapped eyes on the interior of the Floral Hall for the very first time, and you realise you still have a good portion of a wonderful piece of musical theatre ahead of you - when you say to yourself, this couldn't possibly get any better, that's when you spot the ROH ice cream vendor. *Happy sigh*
As for the performance, I was deeply impressed by Kate Royal. She managed to deliver some of the lines I'd always thought of as slightly dodgy in a way that had them make perfect sense. The production felt tighter than what I've heard of the first run, Adès himself seemed better at ease conducting, Simon Keenlyside ("one of my favourite pieces, but a pain in the neck to sing") made it abundantly clear he _owns_ Prospero, and I love the way Toby Spence' voice is developing - next year's Rake's Progress in Paris should be fun. Furthermore, this was the first I've seen of Ian Bostridge where I was able to forget I was watching a highly intelligent performer offering an insightful interpretation, and focus on the character instead. Bit hammy here and there, but an impressively dedicated portrayal of a fascinating, complex creature. You go, Ian. I suspect Cyndia Sieden might have been feeling a bit under the weather. She didn't seem all there, vocally, somehow. Then again, in my mind, there would have been no way of surpassing what I heard of her last June at the Holland Festival in Amsterdam, where she gave a concert rendition of Five fathoms deep that was absolutely breathtaking.
That was Saturday - coach wouldn't be leaving until the next evening, so I spent a wonderful Sunday afternoon with some lovely people off the snopes.com message board in a pub before nipping off to Tate Britain's spiffy Hogarth exhibition. It's still on until the end of this month - highly recommended.
There's more - I applied for a bachelor's in Writing for Performance at art school, and took part in the first selection round the weekend before last - but that's gonna get its own entry in a bit.
Will try to keep you guys posted on a more regular basis than I have. Take care.