I am listening to Anna Netrebko sing Manon Lescaut from Rome, and my sense of it is that she has at last arrived where she should always have been. Gorgeous. To achieve magnificence it requires only the perfect tenor. We can keep Muti.
I have an identity problem. On the one hand I write about the international world of opera, or at least the parts that reach me. On the other I write about music in Sacramento.