And here’s how I spent my weekend!
Well, I went to my last Met Opera Live in HD of the season. Actually, it wasn’t the last broadcast of the season. The last opera is being broadcast next week Saturday, but I just saw it a couple of years ago and I’m not ready for a repeat performance yet. Anyway, I convinced Mlle. Renee to get out of bed early so I could get up and get going. I jumped on the Metro Bus and headed for the Art Museum in Forest Park. Unfortunately, when I got to the park I discovered that my local bus was being rerouted around the park. That’s what happens on May 1. Because of the congestion caused by people going into the park with cars on Friday, Saturday and Sunday during the summer season the Metro System runs the Forest Park Trolley into the park that stops at all the tourist attractions people want to see. I didn’t want to wait for the next trolley so I walked into the park to the Art Museum.
… than it is to walk up. But, you do get a great photo opportunity of the STATUE OF SAINT LOUIS on the walk up.
I know that while the name of the sculpture is The Apotheosis of Saint Louis, his horse remains an unknown, nameless beast of burden.
Actual the whole title is Così fan tutte, ossia La scuola degli amanti, which translates Thus Do They All, or The School for Lovers. It was an opera buffa that was written in 1790 and it has some rather out-dated views on women being fickle when it comes to matters of love and relationships. I suppose this was the comedy rage back in 1790. It really doesn’t fly these days. So while the music was fantastic and the performances by the cast were some of the best this season, the storyline was a hard sell. It’s also one of Mozart’s lesser performed works.
It was also four hours long, and the elderly gentleman in front of me was snoring rather loudly during the second act.
After the opera I walked through the galleries trying to find a new sculpture piece that recently went on display at the museum. It was a red clay stature of the Corn Maiden by the Mississippian Native Americans that populated this area about one to two thousand years ago. I didn’t find it.
Roman, Imperial Period
TORSO OF AN ATHLETE, 1st-2nd Century marble
Museum Purchase 6, 1937
The physique of this torso is almost too good to be true, chiseled pectoral muscles, the faint impression of washboard abdominal muscles, and an exaggerated furrow between the hip and abdomen. We see the integration of realism and the ideal in the musculature, flesh, and bone structure. For example, the furrow along the hip and abdomen leading to the genitals is an artistic interpretation of the actual anatomical structure. For the Greeks, the nude male body was one of the highest forms of beauty. For a man to achieve such a physique, he had to participate in athletics at the gymnasium, where both athletic and important civic events were held. A sculpture such as this represents not only physical, athletic, and military excellence but also desirability and possibly immortality.
PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH
Some curator was really impressed with that torso!
The Aluminum Tree -
Did you know that they rub bowling ball polish around the base of the tree to keep stray dogs from watering it?
One Duck a Swimming
THE PIED PIPER
Honoring the American Federation Of Musicians … really?
SUNDAY … I rested. Actually, I did try to pull some weeds out of the front beds, but it didn’t agree with my spring allergies. So I spent the rest of the day inside.
How I survived leaping forward an hour, a four long Russian opera, a temp drop from 85°F to 31°F in 12 hours, and more SNOW‽
When you live in the Wicket City, you’ve always got something or other to bitch about. So, I been a bit lax in the last day or four about updating my daily status. My obvious excuse would be that nothing was happening. But, I’d have to clarify that comment to admit, that I really didn’t feel like making anything happen! OK, I was in a winter’s end slump, I can’t adapt to DST time changes anymore, and I think I’m getting older and crankier. Or maybe I was bitten by the ennui bug. I’m sure Oscar Hammerstein would have been able to knock out a ton of memorable lyrics to describe or explain my mood or condition. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m as restless as a willow in a windstorm really describes my condition or state of mind.
I did risk the possibility of winter rain storm last Saturday by heading over to the Art Museum’s Auditorium to attend a delayed showing of the MET Live in HD broadcast of Borodin’s rarely performed opera, PRINCE IGOR.
Now, Prince Igor, is an opera that almost everyone reading this post would recognize. Unfortunately, they would recognize it as KISMET, because Borodin was a real whiz at writing a catchy tune and couple of guys named Forrest and Wright “borrowed” his Russian music for some Arabian Nights lyrics they had written for a Broadway Musical. Actually, while Borodin spent over 18-years writing his opera, (He had a dual career as a chemist first and then a musical composer second or third.) and he died before it ever was performed. His friends Rimsky-Korsakov and Glazunov gathered all the bits and pieces and patched it together as a finished performable opera. And for the past 100 years it reappeared in a variety of versions. Saturday’s four and a half hour version was the latest. While I had quibbles with some of the director/adaptor’s choices with this production, I had none with Borodin’s original musical and storytelling creativity.
I don’t think it was goat’s milk.
followed by a Monday and Tuesday full of sun and temps in the upper 80s! Then yesterday afternoon the temp started dropping … dropping some 54 degrees! Thankfully, I survived that, too. And the overnight snow the weather wizards had been threatening us with yesterday turned out to be a lot of rain. Oh, well, that’s life in the Wicket City.
MY DAILY CALENDAR FOR SATURDAY, DAY 348 OF 2013: Guess what? It snowed last night! And there on the breast of the new-fallen snow I beheld …
Saint Louis in the snow on Art Hill in Forest Park!
A great performance!
And a totally enjoyable day!
MY DAILY CALENDAR FOR SATURDAY, DAY 299 OF 2013: Well, I got up 15-minutes before the alarm went off this morning because Mlle. Renee insisted I get up and let her out. There’s nothing like a cold, wet dog nose running up your neck to your chin to get you up and out of bed in the morning. It was just a well, since today was opera day for me. So I got up, made coffee and toast, put out Renee’s kibble and water bowl refill, shave-showered, dressed and headed over to the Art Museum. With all the construction and remodeling work completed, the Met Opera Live in HD satellite broadcasts have returned to my favorite opera venue THE FARRELL AUDITORIUM at the museum. Far superior to the local megaplex where the singing has to compete with explosions, car chases and special sound effects bleeding through the adjoining theaters. The stereo sound, seating and general atmosphere is better, too.
The opera (based on Nicoli Gogol’s satirical short story) was first performed in 1930 in Russia, and not seen again until 1974. The Met’s production is unique in that it combines the life performance with motion picture projections.
Even for an opera, the plot and storyline is rather far-fetched. A minor official goes to a barber for a shave and wakes up the next morning to find his nose missing. The nose in the meantime starts out on a life of its own … even attaining a higher rank than the man. Since my taste in opera is basically late 19th and early 20th century works, Shostakovich’s opera takes a while to assimilate. Probably, three or four days. The production was interesting though. Check this clip from the Met production to see what I mean.
Squares and quadrangles don’t count.
MY DAILY CALENDAR FOR MONDAY, DAY 280 OF 2013: Well, I’ve had a very busy and exciting weekend. On Saturday, I went to the first Met Opera Live in HD broadcast of the Fall Season at the newly refurbished theater in the Saint Louis Art Museum. On the way to the theater I checked out some new art …
Chiura Obata’s Hanging Scroll Setting Sun Of Sacramento Valley (1922)
Striding Eagle – Venetian Carving – 16th Century
And finally a gigantic wall filling painting by Roy Lichtenstein in the hallway leading to the newly refurbished Farrell Auditorium.
The Auditorium has always been a great venue with wood paneled walls for great acoustics. The restoration has added new carpeting, seating a new larger permanent screen and first class stereo sound system. And the video projection system is even brighter and sharper. In other words, it was made for showing the Metropolitan Opera’s Live in HD satellite transmissions.
The opera, Tchaikovsky’s retelling of the Pushkin novel Eugene Onegin was first rate. A GREAT OPENING to the opera season!
pot·pour·ri n. pl. pot·pour·ris
1. A combination of incongruous things
2. A miscellaneous anthology or collection of observations from a cranky old curmudgeon
ITEM 1: I am convinced that I should never be allowed to wander through the stupidmarket without an armed guardian. The reason is … I am attracted by the words NEW, SPECIAL, SAVE, TRY THIS, LIMITED TIME, and JUST WHAT YOU WANTED. On my trip to the grocery yesterday, I went through the bakery to pick up a plain loaf of seedless rye bread when I saw this sign…
TRY THE CRO-SAN-NUT!
The cross between a flakey buttery croissant …
Being a firm believer in the premise that I have never met a jelly doughnut that I didn’t like, I bought one for my Saturday morning breakfast.
THE TASTE TEST RESULTS: Less than favorable! The fried croissant was cut in half and the raspberry jelly was spread between the two halves. This allowed the expose jelly to dry out somewhat. Unfortunately, this did not stop the jelly between the two layers from leaking out and falling on your hand, lap and kitchen floor. The croissant wasn’t flakey or buttery either. It was somewhat dry and stiffly chewy. End result … it didn’t excite my taste buds, and I had to wash my hands, lap and kitchen floor. Minus FIVE on the would I buy again scale.
ITEM 2: Mayhem and possible murder in the kitchen cupboard. While I was using my Swiffer Wetjet to clean the leaked cro-san-nut jelly off the kitchen floor … (if an 80+ year old lady can on TV, so can I) … I discovered Woody on the kitchen floor.He had been living on the top shelf of the kitchen china cabinet. He apparently leaped or was pushed from his shelf sometime during the night. Possible suspects who share the shelf include …
and this motley crew … known to be gremlins, demons or werewolves.
The cover features Setting Sun Over Sacramento Valley by Japanese-American artist Cuira Obata. It is a new gift to the Museum and it will be on display with three of his other works for a special exhibition.
The Museum also announced that the Metropolitan Opera LIVE In HD satellite Broadcasts will return to the newly refurbished Museum Auditorium in October. I first started going to the opera showings there in 2008, but because of the construction work at the museum I had to switch to a local movie house for the past two years. I bought my tickets for the first half of this season last week. First opera coming up is Tchaikovsky’s romantic Eugene Onegin with a finale that takes place in a blinding snowstorm. You definitely will be hearing more on this topic.
ITEM 4: In case you were wondering, I was considering a second photo for Friday’s Weekly Photo Challenge. It was a photo I’ve featured in the blog before showing a colorful mural created by kids and displayed in the entrance to the Wash U Metro Station.
It also qualified as SATURATED.
ITEM 5: Observations From A Cranky Curmudgeon – while I am quite fond of a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea for breakfast, I today decided that iced Earl Grey tea is not my glass of tea.
POTPOURRI PROVERB OF THE DAY
THE MEMBERS OF CONGRESS SHOULD BE CHANGED ON A REGULAR BASIS, LIKE A PAIR OF DIRTY SOCKS.
#1 THE ORIGAMI CALENDAR CHALLENGE – SUNDAY SPECIAL
Well, since I mastered my weekend learning lesson on Saturday, I decided to use what I learned last week (Kite Base) to illustrate my Saturday afternoon visit to the opera via the Met’s Live In HD theater broadcast of Wagner’s Parsifal. Here’s the review I posted to my opera group.
Parsifal … loved the performers and their performances, but thought the tempi was a tad slow at times. (Sure, it only ran on for six hours.) However, I absolutely desisted the director-gone-rampant production. The post-apocalyptic scorched earth set with never-ending cloud projections was the dreariest I’ve seen since the new Tosca. And I won’t even go into the pool of blood covering the stage. And didn’t anyone else think the knights lumbering over the top of hill in act 3 resembled something out of Night Of The Living Dead. Attendance at my theater was down to about a fourth of the usual. After performance chatter was about 85% negative. Traditional setting of the opera.Setting for the new production. The pool of blood covering the stage.
Well, since I never had a sister I never had to worry about getting into her diary. And if I did have a sister, I would advise her to make like Leonardo d.V. and use backwards writing (mirror writing) like I did. BTW, the guest chicken is named the Hubba Bubba Birdie.
OK, I’ll give you a clue on this one. A is the letter in the green box where the two words cross.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart that is, or actually one of many operas he wrote. You really can’t go wrong when you spend the afternoon with the music of Wolfgang and I had never heard today’s production La Clemenza di Tito (AKA, The Clemency of Titus) before.
Actually, it was the last opera he wrote. He fell ill during its premiere in Prague in September of 1791 and died on December 5 of that year at the age of 35. Yes, he was young, but remember he was composing music and performing since before he was five.
I didn’t know much about the opera, other than one of main male characters was played by a woman. That happened a lot in operas written during the eighteenth century. And when they didn’t put a woman in pants in the role they used a castrati which was basically a gelded tenor which really makes my knees lock when I think about it. What I didn’t know about this opera was that two of the main male characters were played by women. And since the opera is set in the early days of the Roman Empire about 79 AD neither of the two women in a pants roles were actually wearing pants. In Roman warrior style both of their costumes consisted of leather breast plates, strap kilts and boots. (OK, for one brief moment I did giggle briefly thinking about a band of Lesbian bikers.) But both of the sopranos were outstanding, and they dominated the stage with their vocal performances.
Basically, the opera was a melodrama set in ancient Rome and most of the plot was telegraphed. But the production, the performances and most important the music was some of the best I’ve seen and heard this season. My Live in HD rating five stars ☆☆☆☆☆ and five high notes ♪♪♪♪♪
Well, it’s that time again. The Metropolitan Opera’s Live in HD performances are again being beamed via satellite transmission to my local movie house.
And that is the fantastic Art Deco ESQUIRE which happens to be the same age as me … though it has been repeatedly modernized over the years with all the technical wizardry I unfortunately lack.Today the Met kicked off their season with a brand new production of the classic …
The opera is a comedy written by Gaetano Donizetti and the new production is fantastic and so are the singers … Anna Netrebko, Matthew Polenzani and Mariusz Kwiecien. It tells the story of a charming country bumpkin Nemorino who is in love with Adina the owner of the local farm who spurns his romantic intentions. During a work break on the farm, Adina reads a story about how Tristan used a magic potion to wow and win the lovely Isolde.
As luck would have a patent medicine peddler arrives in town and sells Nemorino a bottle of this Elixir Of Love which in reality is nothing but a cheap bottle of wine which sends Nemorino on a cheaper drunk. Then the plot complications begin. To make Nemorino jealous Adina agrees to marry Belcore (a conceited military man) and Nemorino buys even more elixir and gets even drunker. Unknown to Nemorino his uncle dies and leaves him a fortune. The peddler finds out about this and tells all the girls in town who naturally covet the former bumpkin. This makes Adina jealous and Nemorino realizes that she actually loves him. This leads him to sing the aria “Una furtiva lagrima” which brought down the house.
Yes, the aria is really sad, because though Adina loves him, it is for all the wrong reasons. But the composer realized he needed a real show-stopper at this point in the opera and a sad song was just the way to do it. It was also the way to come up with the tenor aria that would become the most popular in opera repertory. Naturally all the nitty-gritty details are resolved for a happy ending.
The set design was fantastic … using painted three-dimensional sets that created the effect of a two-dimensional paintings.
All in all … a totally enjoyable rainy day afternoon!
Note: The video clip features Juan Diego Florenz currently one of bel canto opera’s top singer/actors
I woke Saturday morning to a world shrouded in fog and mists …
which was a fitting start for a day I would spend enclosed in a theater watching an epic six-hour opera filled with gods, demigods, dragons, dwarfs, giants, and a HERO! Yes, it was time for SIEGFRIED –the third part of the Metropolitan Opera’s new Wagnerian Ring Cycle which was transmitted live via high-definition satellite to theaters around the world.
SIEGFRIED is the orphaned child of an incestuous relationship between Siegmund and Sieglinde who are the twin offspring of the god Wotan and a human who has been raised since birth by the Nibelung dwarf Mime. Siegfried is a youth of 18 who has never known fear and Mime who doesn’t even like him has only raised him to kill the giant Fafner who has been magically transformed in to a dragon and guards the gold originally stolen from the Nibelung by Wotan two operas earlier.
If that sounds complicated, it is! And the part of Siegfried is the most challenging in all of opera. The tenor who sings it is on stage singing almost all the time during the opera’s five to six-hour length. To complicate matters even more, two tenors who were supposed to sing the role were forced to drop out because illness — the second falling ill just two days prior to the dress rehearsal.
Enter the hero … from Paris, Texas? Jay Hunter Morris is a young tenor who had sung the role in another production of the opera this summer in San Francisco. Flying to New York and working non-stop with the director he was able to master the role for the opening night performance. On stage he sings like a heroic German demigod, but behind the scenes he sounds like a down home boy who is “thrilled to be singing in such of fantastic theater in front of such a big band.”
His performance and the entire production was totally mind-blowing!
I’m adding two video clips to capture a bit of the performance. To capture the full effect of the stage design, I’d suggest clicking the small square formed by four arrows in the lower right hand corner of each video box to view in full screen glory.
The first is from act one where Siegfried forges his mighty sword Nothung. Check the water cascading over the edge of the stage into the pool.
The second is the opening of the third act and it demonstrates the gigantic movable stage that becomes the scenery with the aid of 3-D projections. Watch Wotan turn the lake into the top of a craggy mountain.
The opera received a tremendous ovation both at the Met and in the Esquire where I saw it. And thanks to the conductor who keep the music flowing at a steady pace, the opera actually finished a half hour ahead of schedule. Best production so far this year!