...all to be found in the score of Madame Butterfly, which is surely one of the truly sublime achievements in Opera/Music Theatre.
Never mind "Miss Saigon" with its helicopter and Vietnamese fungirl choruses...
MB is the real thing.
Maybe I have been poisoned with an MB drug, but every time I hear it, it makes me feel all kinds of things...love, sadness, disgust, gentleness, horror...
Puccini was a genius, and this opera proves it (as do Tosca and La Boheme! - by the way, if anyone is still holding on to my copy of Tosca, with Maria Calllas in the title role, PLEASE can you get it back to me???).
I like Andrew Lloyd Webber (especially Superstar), but you have to admit that "Memory" from Cats is a blatant ripoff of Un Bel Di Vedremo (One Fine Day).
So, what better way to spend one's overheated Boxing Day then listening to MB in its entirety, punctuated by dips in the pool and a blog here and there, accompanied by a fresh strawberry or 2?
The children are both away at present (A to cousin's, S to friend's), the wife is "resting"....and YT is exercising his brain, contemplating the gamut of human emotions presented in this cherished musical masterpiece.
More reviews coming up (this wasn't a review so much as a rave!)...
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