from Saturday, February7th of the year2009.
Oh My God. So, I tried to clean up a post I made last night and ended up deleting it! I was sassy in it! I offended some readers, even! And now it seems to be totally gone. I have the second half, below, but, I’m sad.
Let me direct your attention to a very interesting post by Mark Adamo over on his blog about Adams’s The Death of Klinghoffer. It is worth a read in its entirety, mainly because this opera is one of the first contemporary ones that I really connected with (at age 14).
Adamo’s arguments are interesting for a variety of reasons, but mainly, because his interest in opera is about the Vital Drama of the thing. For Adamo, the ostinato-driven chorus/recit pattern of Adams’s operas is fundamentally off-putting. Why is it, then, that for me, as a teenager, I found it so appealing, and traditional opera structure so alien? I don’t have any answers to these questions.
The ending of this opera rocks my world still:
John Adams You Embraced Them from The Death of Klinghoffer
There is so much to love here; what’s difficult, in Adamo’s mind, is how it relates to the overall structure of the opera as well as to the Political umbrella under which the opera hovers. Go know. It’s well worth (a) a listen and (b) a read. Isn’t the point of these things that we all listen more anyway?
And finally, did everybody watch Top Chef where the contestants have to fillet a sardine for Eric Ripert? You all know I am obsessed with Eric Ripert. He made me a vagina out of fish! But there was an amazing exchange:
PADMA LAKSHMI: What happened!? [looking at a really busted sardine fillet]
Aaaaaah he’s having them butcher eel! So good. He referred to one of the contestants as being more “at ease” with “the timing” which is so French I could pee myself. Also the waiter at the Le Bernardin Private Dining Chamber said “Maiitake” when he meant “Matsutake” or the other way but shh. Also he made them escolar which totally gave my friend anal leakage.