Here I am again, extra bendy and ready for action. Co-habitation with Figaro has thus far been a breezy screamy lark but in my ongoing and generally futile bid to avoid discussing personal details in this blog I’ll just say things are cool and leave it like that.
So glad he got here for the tail end of the summer when there is tonnes of music I like happening in Toronto. We saw three concerts in five days – some classic Jap with the Kiyoshi Nagata Ensemble, a professionalish production of Don Giovanni , and the Cecilia String Quartet playing Kelly Marie Murphy’s “Another Little Piece of My Heart” (no relation but very emotive and beautiful) and some Brahms. The three performances leave me with four things to write here:
1. Jap drumming is really horny.
2. The production of Donny G was a little rough around the edges in terms of staging and the technical perfection of most of the musicians. The set was minimal and relied heavily on light projection. And yet its energy and the clever way it was staged in such a small theatre made it fucking terrific. The chick singers were really nice and very strong even as they acted, and I enjoyed the boy singers very much too. What Leoporello and Don Ottavio lacked in flawlessness they made up for in emotional skill and Donny G himself was the perfect slimy bastard with a great booming voice. My point is it was way more pleasurable than half the performances I’ve seen from the COC that obviously had several times the budget. The COC will hopefully figure out soon, as it moves into its new digs, that the market is flooded with talent so they should work on making their productions more engaging instead of blowing the budget on the biggest names it can afford.
3. Brahms is soooooo romantic. Brahms makes me cry sexy tears.
4. As we (biked) home we could hear the leaves curling and turning brown on the trees, and the birds deciding where to go for Winter. And the whole sound, the whole sound of Summer packing its bags and preparing to leave town. I’m sorry. It’s true. Summer is taking the evenings off. We couldn’t stay for the last movement of the Brahms even though it was making me cry because we were dressed for summer. It’s a knife in my swollen heart. I think we’re going to go to Australia in February – I can’t hack this shit.