A novel by Alexandre Dumas, fils. Adapted by Giuseppe Verdi to La Traviata.
Tickets to the Metropolitan Opera. Christmas gift from our fils. Parterre box close to the stage.
New production featuring James Levine’s replacement as musical director, Montreal’s Yannick Nézet-Séguin.
Unique deathbed retrospective one venue set, it brings all of Violetta’s life into her room with the requisite pathos and an added Ballet Jeté ensemble just because. Bavarian soprano Diana Damrau cajoled Violetta’s lacrime in a controlled splendor. The crowd loved it and her.
O Night Divine. Gloriously sung in French by soprano Susanna Phillips at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. Applause wafted up the aisle. Couldn’t help it. Capped off last night’s Christmas Eve service with choirs and horns and harps and a Paul Winter sax solo. And. The most haunting organ crescendo Harking the Herald of Angels. Transported. Second annual tradition with Ben.
Inclusive Episcopalian congregation. A little political. But. No kneeling!
Remember too big to fail? The 2008 government bank bailout? That worked out really well. And today? 6 banks still run everything. Determine the global markets. Shape the American economy. Citibank, Bank of America, Goldman Sachs, JP Morgan Chase, Morgan Stanley and Wells Fargo. Their CEOs say that they have ample liquidity available for lending this time around in a strange set of calls from Treasury Secretary Mnuchin. And we should believe them?
Mnuchin is forming a group including these six banks, the Fed and the SEC, the same assemblage as in the financial crisis of 2008. Calling it a “Plunge Protection Team”. Danger. Danger.
And. Oh yeah. Merry Christmas!
To boost your holiday spirit. Springsteen. On Netflix. Don’t expect a concert. It’s an acting tour de force and a gut-wrenching yet sweet memoir. It conjures forgotten times and places. Bruce’s tunes are indeed interspersed. But. It’s the poetry. The writing. The lyrics that make this performance stand alone. Baudelaire would be hard-pressed to express love better. Romantics like Blake or Wordsworth could’t wrap their verses so poignantly around a lost neighborhood tree. Catholicism. Parent-child connections. Themes that run deep in his soul.
And in other seasonal tidings. Tavern on the Green Spruce.
As always, lots to say. But. Hey. Tomorrow is a longer day.
Susan Chira. Women Don’t Think Alike
Kat Stoeffel. The Age of the MSNBC Mom
Maureen Dowd. Bill’s Belated #MeToo Moment
Michael Ian Black. The Boys Are Not All Right
Pete Wells. Anthony Bourdain
World Cup Soccer
World Series- even if Red Sox won
Walks in Central Park &
Tavern on the Green with family and friends
at the outside bar- every season
Oxbow Tavern UWS
Get A Room with Carson & Thom
Caught dolphins jumping out of the sea in Amagansett
The obvious Bad & Ugly
Petulant Adolescent President
Media’s overreach &
obsession with him
Kavanaugh confirmation hearing
Emojis murder words
Yanny & Laurel
Joe & Mika
House of Cards final season
Guilty until proven innocent
Pets have taken over the world
Stores restaurants airplanes hotels
Sad Art Bell
Tragic Anthony Bourdain
My 2018 Wish List. Predilections. Didn’t get a lot.
Luann de Lesseps & Harvey Weinstein hookup in rehab. Not that I know.
Melania on Dancing With the Stars. Nope.
Jon Stewart replaces Colbert. Too bad not.
Sam will reunite with real Jason. Almost.
Tim Ryan not Paul Ryan will replace Pelosi as Speaker. Kinda sorta but not.
Tiger wins another major. He did not.
Patriots will not win the Super Bowl. Ding. Ding. Ding.
Tops will no longer have shoulder holes. Unfortunately they still do.
Pets will develop allergies to humans. No. But they were attacked by raccoons in Central Park.
Alexa will do the dishes. No. And we had to put her in the cabinet. She was spying on us.