Hofstra University's radio station is out to get me. Last week there was the Csardasfürstin/Bleecker Street fiasco. I thought things couldnt' get any more upsetting. But last night I tuned in again, thinking it possible that they had realised their mistake, and would broadcast Csardasfürstin this time. The outlook from Operacast wasn't promising: the listing there said it was La Forza del Destino. But then, the listing last week was wrong too, wasn't it - that was the root of all the trouble. So I remained optimistic while trying not to raise my hopes too high: two disappointments might be too much to bear. I tuned in 10 minutes early, reminding myself that last week there was silence until the opera started. But this time, the opera didn't start. There was just silence. For an hour. I had the time right, I had the station right, but there was no opera at all, neither Forza nor Csardasfürstin. It's a conspiracy, I'm certain of it. But will I go back and try again next week? No doubt. I am, however, incredibly sick of typing the word Csardasfürstin. Anyway, it's back to old fashioned radio this afternoon for Aida. Which I'm preparing for right now by listening to... Aida. With Aprile Millo, Placido Domingo, Dolora Zajick, James Morris and Samuel Ramey.
Also a few more acknowledgements: the impressive JSU has added me to his formerly minimalist sidebar at Unamplified Voice; I'm a haunt and/or lurk of this Future MD; and strangely enough, I've been linked to in this article about classical music blogs from La Blogothèque, where I find myself in some very humbling company.