ast night I watched the La Scala production of Glazunov's ballet Raymonda, a late 19th century ballet set inFrance or Hungary during the Crusades. Raymonda is betrothed to Jean de Brienne but this wicked infidel falls in love with her. The dancing was nice, the story insipid, and the music - since I know little of Glazunov's compositions - was a revelation. It's one of the most glorious and colorful pieces of music I've ever heard, with wonderful writing for harp, piano, and celesta.
The ballet was long: 2 hrs and 34 minutes, but when it ended, I was so wired I couldn't sleep. I opened my laptop and looked up the score online to examine it. I finally got t5 bed after 11:30, two hours after I originally tunred off thew lights.