Journey to the West
It wasn't simply a long week of long, sumptuous operas. It was a pilgrimage. A spiritual journey, in which — thanks to the power of music so beautiful we mortals don't deserve it — the haunting fact of mortality was made thunderingly clear. The four operas...
Truly Adorable
Fire Cruz
Eloquent feet, observed at a stoplight on Mission Street. Exhaustion in day-glo yellow, to which we say "thank you."
The “Ring” Devoured
Refreshingly non-multi-cultural, resoundingly mythic and visually ravishing - the Seattle Opera's "Ring" cycle invaded my consciousness last Sunday and didn't let go until six days, four operas, and 17 hours of music fit for the gods had elapsed. Here's baritone Greer...
Designer Pork-Out
My homecoming dinner, after a week of opera in Seattle, involved chorizo and Bellwether Farms ricotta pizza, Roman-style thin and delicious, from The Cellar Door. The long, long communal table was filled with prix fixe clients, headed by Bonny Doon Vineyard winemaker...
