Hold on to your socks, we're all over the map today.
On studying Falstaff
(Adolf Schrödter: Falstaff und sein Page, 1867)
I haven't had an opportunity to sit and listen to the opera with score in hand, though it's on my agenda for this week, largely because I have to build a new supertext score, which necessitates a page-by-page approach to hearing the opera. But I have had it on in the background all week. And it's true, what everyone says -- this is an opera built on one tiny wonderful musical moment after another. Chris was right: this is my kind of opera. I'm not naturally predisposed to the big hulking standalone arias. You guys, I fell asleep during Casta Diva one night when we were doing Norma. (I know. It's embarrassing.) This kind of swift, fleeting, lively score is much more my style.
And I'm about to say a second sacrilegious thing. You know what Falstaff reminds me of? This: