It’s all over and I’m
back home. In a glorious afterglow. What
a treat! Heaven … Valhalla … Elysium … Moving
Wotans, a lovely Siegfried, breathtaking lighting. And the music …
I'm not saying I liked everything – some
of the singing (excessive wobbly vibrato) was very hard to listen to; one or two
highpoints came and went without the slightest tingle. And I couldn’t read the sub/surtitles. But in the end none of that mattered to me at all: I was just knocked out by the sheer brass neck – the scale, the scope, the heights and the
depths of the whole undertaking. And the music …. Totally totally overcome by the music. And at last I am into the words as well. Unending source of pleasures to come.
Seriously on the lookout
for the next objective ... a Budapest Ring in June 2015 … Tristan & Isolde at Longborough. Now there’s a thing.
In the meantime, the Turner film on Friday might take my mind off Siegfried for a few hours.
