Comments on: Oh frabjous day!

By: Kenny Easwaran

Kenny Easwaran — Mon, 27 Mar 2006 22:17:54 +0000

Somehow I never realized Bryn Terfel was Welsh before!

By: ajay

ajay — Mon, 27 Mar 2006 09:40:08 +0000

“It’s a hundred and eighty miles to the Bristol Hippodrome. We’ve got two hours to curtain up, a full tank of petrol, and a three-iron, it’s raining, and we’re wearing Pringle sweaters.”

“Hit it, boyo.”

By: Mike Otsuka

Mike Otsuka — Sun, 26 Mar 2006 22:35:07 +0000

When he sang his first Walküre Wotan, the Guardian published, not just a review, but a leader (= editorial in American English) which showered him with the following praise:

“Every generation has its own iconic performances of the great roles. Earlier ones had Olivier’s Hamlet, Callas’s Norma or Gielgud’s Prospero. Today we have Russell Beale’s Uncle Vanya, Domingo’s Otello or McTear’s Nora. And now we have Terfel’s Wotan, too.”

By: Belle Waring

Belle Waring — Sun, 26 Mar 2006 05:38:19 +0000

wow, I’m jealous.

By: Mike

Mike — Sat, 25 Mar 2006 22:56:06 +0000

The last Fliegende Hollander I attended featured Matti Salminen who was excellent, but a Swedish woman next to me became aroused: Who is that person? Is he a Finn? Does he do this only in America?
The joys of Der Fliegende Hollander are not always all onstage.

By: Rasselas

Rasselas — Sat, 25 Mar 2006 21:44:27 +0000

A few years ago, at, I think, Tales of Hoffman:

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am sorry to inform you that Mr. Terfel will not be performing this evening, because of a back injury.”

From the left: “Scheiss! Scheiss!”

From the right: “Back injury? What the hell? He spends the whole second act sitting down!”

To be fair, as Don Giovanni a year later, he blew the house away.

By: L. Carroll

L. Carroll — Sat, 25 Mar 2006 21:35:05 +0000

Callooh. Callay.