Drinking a second cup of coffee; a beautiful day. Am diffidently attempting to listen to a recital in Milan by Benedetto Lupo that will include Scriabin's Preludes op 11-- I don't believe I've ever heard a live performance of them, only recordings. At noon, if I figured the time conversion accurately.
Have been listening to an album from a couple of years ago, Baroque arias sung by Theophile Alexandre, Monteverdi, Handel, Porpora, Vivaldi and so forth, chiefly because I'd not heard of him. He also dances. I suppose; why not. Am not rushing over to Presto Classical to buy the CD.
Who am I thinking of? another fashionable countertenor who does... breakdancing. And raps. All well and good if he maintains his voice; I will admit to what may be simple prejudice: I don't see how that nonsense can be anything other than inimical to the professional countertenor voice. Orliński, Jakub Jósef.
I don't have an issue with an artist who wants to play outside of whatever is her or his standard repertoire but I sometimes get the impression that it is the public relations agent doing the programming and upon this I frown.
No idea what that is about. It is the only Orliński item for 2020 at Spotify, after two albums in 2018 and one in 2019: I reckon the plague nonsense has to be factored into the calculations.
It is predicted to reach 91° F. at the end of the day. Probably that means 93 or 94 in fact. 100 tomorrow. Am quite over the summer heat, frankly.
Post Sextam. Such a pity that the only aria from Handel's Amadigi di Gaula HWV 11 that people hear is Pena tiranna.
io sento al core,
né spero mai
e il mio dolore
in tanti guai
And Mr Orliński.
The entire opera.
Post Vesperas. Have been contentedly reading for much of the afternoon but realized a few minutes ago that it had become unnaturally dark outside. It is quite breezy and overcast with smoke, as it turns out; there have been advisories and warnings on the mobile, eh. I must have the sound notifications turned off. I hope the neighbors are not carelessly cooking outdoors.