On Thursday and Friday, at the National Arts Centre in Ottawa, I will be conversing with the political-cultural polymath Paul Wells, in conjunction with the NAC's Roaring Twenties festival, which runs the gamut from Webern to Cole Porter.
Halloween came a bit early in Los Angeles, as a group of people attired in the manner of Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange made their presence felt at a performance of Beethoven's Ninth in Disney Hall. Concertgoers stopped and gawked, but failed to be scandalized. An older gentleman called out, "Well done, droogies!" There was no audible ultraviolence during the performance itself, in which Gustavo Dudamel led the combined forces of the LA Phil and the Simon Bolivár Symphony Orchestra of Venezuela. This is what happens when I bring Sasha Frere-Jones to a concert.
Ir's very sad to hear of the sudden demise of Gotham Chamber Opera, which over the past fifteen years has greatly enriched New York opera life with fresh productions of offbeat repertory: Britten's Albert Herring, Haydn's L'isolata disabitata and Il mondo della luna, a Martinů double bill, the Baden-Baden 1927 program, Cavalli's Eliogabalo. The circumstances are somewhat mysterious, and more is sure to be revealed.