On Monday night at Avery Fisher Hall I saw a wonderful Wozzeck. Alban Berg's brilliant opera was conducted concert-style by Esa-Pekka Salonen; it featured Simon Keenlyside as Wozzeck and Angela Denoke as Marie, and had the whole Philharmonia Orchestra and Westminster Choir onstage behind the nine soloists. I have a great deal to say about this semi-acted-out performance--especially about the way the music and even the setting allowed Keenlyside to triumph in his wrenching role in a way that the Met's Tempest, a much more fully staged production, did not--but what I have to say can't fit into this space. So I will save all those ideas for a Threepenny Review article. There are some things, apparently, that print can still do better than blogs.
But there are definite virtues to this form too--virtues of immediacy, of concision, of instant correctability, of necessity mothering invention--that I have discovered to the full over this past month of daily posts. It's not clear what I will do from now on with all the thoughts that bubble up each morning untransmitted; nothing, I suppose. I am grateful, at any rate, for having had this outlet for a time, and I hope it's been interesting to you out there too.
I guess that's all, folks. Have a good Thanksgiving!