I think I have missed a trick this weekend. This birthday weekend of mine.
If I had put my brains on I would have been flying out to New York New York to catch, first Adriana Lecouvrer on Friday night (with Plácido) and then Lucia di Lammermoor on Saturday afternoon (with Rolando)
Mind you, could you imagine the angst and hand-wringing on this blog as I checked for minute-by-minute updates to the weather forecast for Heathrow and the wails as I feared another snowstorm might leave me grounded, miserably spending my birthday in Terminal 3.
No, far better that I will be tuning into the internet at 1 am London time on Saturday morning to listen to an opera I don't even like live from the internet - that's Adriana Lecouvrer, yes, that's right, live on t'internet. He's going to transpose, so what. Live with it, get over it, whatevs.
And Saturday evening, I shall be at the Brixton Ritzy to see Lucia di Lammermoor, live in HD. In Brixton I said (they still have tickets left, unlike Clapham). I have everything crossed in a fervent hope it all goes well for Rolando.
