She's still the best thing about the Met's Ariadne and I still wish she were in the whole opera. Her ovation at the end of the Prologue beat everyone else's, and as transcendent as the music in the Opera is, nothing Ariadne or Bacchus could throw at me could make me as teary as Joyce in full flight. Joyce in Strauss: there's just nothing wrong with that. I want to hear her sing Oktavian. I want to hear her sing every Strauss role ever — well, all the pretty ones — rewritten for mezzo. A mezzo Arabella? She could totally make that work. And now I am trying with every fibre of my being not to think of the Cendrillon she's about to sing in London, or the touring Ariodante, because I can't follow her everywhere. Besides, I have been insanely fortunate to be in New York at the right time for both her Isolier and her Komponist. That should suffice. But hey, the more Joyce, the better. I eagerly await my next fix, wherever and whenever that might be.
Oh and I met her tonight for the first time. This definitely enhances the thrill of it all.
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