God, I love the Met. The giant Chagalls, the quivering crystal starburst chandeliers, the gold ceiling, the
nodding-off septuagenarians...it's my favorite thing about fall and
winter, hands down. Saw From the House of the Dead tonight with La Doug, Eric, and my friend Chris who's in town from L.A.
Here's a shot I stole from Chris's Twitter of the view from our current subscription, balcony box 11. La Doug and I think our new box may be even better than our usual box 12 because we are opposite the percussion now.
I loved Janáček's Jenůfa, and From the House of the Dead was more of the good stuff -- bleak but with a bit of uplift, orchestrated with rough, rich texture, whipped along by Esa Pekka-Salonen's sinewy conducting. Janáček doesn't offer the earworm melodies of Verdi or the pretty acrobatics of Mozart, but I love being roughed up by his dark, mortal musical world.
No intermission, but we enjoyed a pre-show Bouchon Bakery treat of their fatty chocolate chip cookie and the pumpkin macaron with buttercream, maybe my favorite Bouchon macaron of all time. There's no better way to spend a warm November evening, I think.
Here's a shot I stole from Chris's Twitter of the view from our current subscription, balcony box 11. La Doug and I think our new box may be even better than our usual box 12 because we are opposite the percussion now.
I loved Janáček's Jenůfa, and From the House of the Dead was more of the good stuff -- bleak but with a bit of uplift, orchestrated with rough, rich texture, whipped along by Esa Pekka-Salonen's sinewy conducting. Janáček doesn't offer the earworm melodies of Verdi or the pretty acrobatics of Mozart, but I love being roughed up by his dark, mortal musical world.
No intermission, but we enjoyed a pre-show Bouchon Bakery treat of their fatty chocolate chip cookie and the pumpkin macaron with buttercream, maybe my favorite Bouchon macaron of all time. There's no better way to spend a warm November evening, I think.
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