Back from four great days in Philly and recovering from trainlag (the ride took only 90 minutes, but Amtrak does that to me), I see the Metropolitan Opera’s bye-bye party for Joseph Volpe over the weekend lived up to Martin Bernheimer’s billing for it in the Financial Times:
The valedictory exercise promises to be the most momentous event at Lincoln Center since the stuntmaster David Blaine, drippy but undrowned, forsook his fishbowl on the plaza last week. Volpe has assembled a gaggle of stars — would-be, has-been and bona-fide — to deliver characteristic pomp if limited circumstance. The gala should represent a fitting tribute to, and from, a man who has often been accused of being obnoxious and power-hungry and who, like Jesus, began his career as a carpenter.
That paragraph is hard to beat. I still can’t stop smiling. It’s one more reason Bernheimer continues to be my favorite daily music critic.
