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So disturbing and yet so unsurprising. Apparently we now have the operatic equivalent of "truthiness". Nothing has any meaning of its own, only the sense of what it is supposed to mean.


You're quoting "San Francisco" magazine profiles? Oh, puhleeze.

And for a really crappy "Tannhauser," you should have seen the production I was in from the early 1990s that Lotfi Mansouri directed with Gerard Howland designing. It was real crapola. The latest production may have been a failure in your eyes, and you're certainly not the only one who feels that way, but at least it was an attempt at working with the problematic source material in an intersting way.

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