Missed all of yesterday because of my bi-yearly migrane, which felt like a steel spike over my left eyebrow. I tried to type with the screen turned off and not looking at the keyboard (thank you for that typing drill Mrs. Simpkins of Chichester High), but this did little, the clicking alone was burying me.
Tried to catch up today but was getting nowhere then everything got flipped for my deadlines and schedule, which always makes for good Mondays. After getting back on track (and typing like a demon), I found myself backstage momentarily at the Academy with the cast of Turandot getting ready for dress rehearsal. Backstage anywhere is so intoxicating, but with these opulent costumes of Mandarin drama, it was surreal.
An hour later, just as unexpectedly, I was sitting in a very unruly audience at Verizon Hall for Placido Domingo’s appearance with the Chamber Orchestra of Philadelphia. As Joe Horowitz, the classical scholar might observe, the night had such a sense of musical occassion. Domingo may be older, but he still looks fab and his voice is as powerful and subtle as ever. He and costar Ana Maria Martinez, took a break from the arias and sang ‘Tonight’ from West Side Story. Domino may have salt and pepper hair, but he has the heart of Tony.