It has been a very long, miserable week. Right now, I’m not in the mood to even think about a post. I have a couple in mind, and am half-way through one, but just don’t want to even bother with it. Besides, it’s the Sunday before Labor Day. Who’s even going to bother reading the blog today? So, instead of writing something none of us will bother with, I’m going to indulge myself in my favorite subject – opera.
Right now, I’m waiting for Tuesday. I may not be able to afford a pedicure, but I’ve saved up my nickles and dimes this past month for – drum roll – Dmitri Hvorostovsky’s new album – finally!
I need and crave my opera and my baritones. I am a confessed baritone junkie.
Frankly, I don’t know why we even need the other voices, except when it is necessary for a baritone’s duet.
The beginning of this part is where I nearly lost my mind. This leads to the eternal question. Why on earth would Tosca stab Scarpia to death and run off with Cavaradossi?