That is Mr Gluck to the right, the composer of this no-nonsense little opera, an opera for ordinary people.
We have not seen or heard this delicate beauty before this last Sunday afternoon. There was no fireworks, either vocal or instrumental. We enjoyed the nice integration of dance and choral music, and only rare big arias.
I was surprised to see and hear Orfeo sung by a mezzo-soprano. According to Wikipedia that started sometime during the 19th century and now it is the usual way that it is done, although counter-tenors sometimes give it a go.
Eurydice was resurrected in the 2nd act and sounded great. If you are going—sorry, Sunday afternoon was the closing for this season in Arizona—you might check out Greek mythology for Dummies.
Symphony Hall in downtown Phoenix isa good place to listen to music whether in the orchestra or in the balcony. Lighting and stagecraft was nicely done.
This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
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