I saw Don Pasquale from the Metropolitan Opera yet again. It was utterly charming once again. I noticed the tenor, Matthew Polenzani, a lot more this time. While everyone else is hamming it up like crazy, he just sings sweet sad things. Very sweetly and sadly. He is excellent in his lyric tenor Fach, but Anna Netrebko's Norina will eat his Ernesto alive and spit out the bones.
It's a lot of fun. The sound in my theater gets louder and louder week by week. This isn't what's supposed to happen when you get old, so I'm blaming them.