Once again last month I headed up to Milan for a performance at La Scala - I can't help thinking, as I seem to do the trip on a regular basis these days, that I wish my Father could see me now. Back when I was a Wee Willym I sat with him and a copy of Opera News and showed him exactly where I would go when I grew up; of course in those days I was going to sit right in the middle of the Royal Box - and who knows maybe one day I will. But meanwhile 51 years later I have to make do with a very good poltroni on the platea. And this time I was going to review a performance of Tannhauser for Opera Britannia.
I think the title of this post may say it all but if you'd like to find out more about what was, if theatrically over the top, musically a splendid evening just click on the poster and it will take you to the review.
And I still wish Daddy could see me now.
13 aprile - San Martino I Papa