I promised I’d write a small review of the Jaroussky concert, so here it is. I thought that with the distance of almost a week, I could manage a post that would be objective, and less personal, but I assume I cannot do it, so I’ll try and split it in two parts at least.
*** personal note: If I try and write anything about today’s concert, it will mainly consist of not proper English interjections like “AMAGAAAAD!” so I will postpone it a litte. Thanks so much for all your support from afar; iIt was really appreciated. “Ah, quel giorno, ognor rammento… ” fits in more than one way ***
I feel the world conspires against letting me visit a concert of Mr. Jaroussky this week. I refuse to even look forward to it, and avoid thinking of it. If I catch myself doing it nevertheless, I feel those goose-bumps not of anticipation but of the sense of impending doom spreading on my back, up to the nape of the neck.
Recently I’ve read the claim that the MET by their broadcasts “steals” the audience that would otherwise attend performances of other companies. I cannot believe that, as little as the computer made reading obsolete. What I do think (though I never attended a MET live-broadcast) is that it has a different atmosphere from an actual opera altogether. Maybe a mix between watching a movie, and an opera, with a slightly better dressed and better behaved audience on average. But, I may be wrong.