A Holocaust opera at the Armory.
It's offensive, but apparently not that offensive.
It's not the singer in the title role.
Noseda’s opening night in New York felt more gloriously Russian than Putin's in Sochi.
"As if Britten had cast a spell on the physical world and turned it into a topography of sound."
A twentieth-century setting for the ages.
"After all, opera is not just entertainment."
"I discovered that the company was in much worse shape than I had understood."
"The American idioms appear to have sprung from a phrase book edited on another planet."
As the opera Anna Nicole makes its first trip to New York, its composer is having second thoughts.
It's like the theme song to Home Improvement. Just ... opera!
"Gelb has only his own judgment to fall back on, and nobody to tell him when it’s flawed."
It's red, corseted, and frilly.
Jon and Al Kaplan turn the lowest-brow tenant of pop culture into a highbrow pursuit.
We hope the English National Opera has fire, flood, hurricane, earthquake, and asteroid insurance.
The tenor talks about his unorthodox Metropolitan Opera debut.