Good morning, all! I slept quite poorly last night; my last bizarre dream involved Liz Callaway, conductor David Abell, a musical with a nineteenth century setting composed by Andre Previn and a last minute orchestration. Oy!
This is going to be a weird day and I do not look forward to much of it. At 2:30 I have a ticket to see THE RISE AND FALL OF THE CITY OF MAHAGONNY, an opera I truly love, at Manhattan School of Music, directed by my goddaughter's mother. I suspect there will be people I have no desire to see at the performance, and I am not sure Ireally want to be there. Decisions, decisions . . .
DR JohnG, trust me: you never want to see the NY Philharmonic abortion of CAMELOT with Nathan Gunn, who may have been the only good thing about it, as Lancelot: you'd have to deal with Lonny Price's god-awful production, Gabriel Byrne's unmusical Arthur, Bobby Steggert's punked out queen of a Mordred, and a lot of terrible musical decisions about the score. I did like Fran Drescher as Morgan le Fey; she made me laugh, and it was nice to hear "The Persuasion," but with three good menas Dinadan, Lionel, and Sagramore, why didn't we get "Take Me To The Fair"?