Mon cher Monsieur Piotr Beczala charms the evening embracing German, Polish, Czech, Russian and Italian songs!
Another production of Tannhäuser? And directed by Sasha Waltz? Oh by the celestial, majestic, mystical and awesome powers of Venus and Elisabeth, yes!
The mighty veteran Heldentenor, Herr Peter Seiffert, is at the helm as our titular anti-hero!
A pleasant start to the weekend to you all! A great number of my awesome Manic Expression friends and colleagues including James Daniel Walsh, Ichabod Todd, Patricia Miranda and many others have been working on this animated movie for quite some time. Now is the time to make this project blossom into fruition and with your help, the Manic Expression animated movie will be definitely something to remember. So, please support these awesome creators and I wish you a most blessed and wonderful weekend. Take care, everybody!
Top of the morning, to you all! There are only a few days left to support my good friend's, Charlotte Roustang's, film, My Lonely Christmas in Berlin. I will say this once and I will say this again, I was an extra in her film for three times and I have never regretted it ever since. So, please don't forget to support this interestingly fun and unique film and have a lovely day!
I've always wanted to step into J.D.'s shoes and I was happy I did.
Words cannot really describe how fun it was to do this monologue.
This is more than just gold standard artistry! We are talking about platinum standard from these veterans!
With this amount of high quality and professional singing, where can one go wrong?
Heidi Stober strikes up the band as a multidimensional and marvelous Marguerite!
A review of a solemnly masterful Passion concert dedicated to my late maternal grandma on her 85th birthday.
How worthwhile is it to have some Deutsche Oper Berlin veterans in this fine Da Ponte/Mozart opera?
Ah, my senior high school retreat. Not really the best moment of my adolescent life but not the worst either. On the one hand, a part of me felt happy to know that I had good friends in my circle. People who really grew up to be so much better than what they used to be and were actually compassionate. So, I would just like to say, thank you so much for your compassion and your empathy, I wish you all the best.
On the other hand, I kinda hated it because of the fact that one spoiled-ass brat, the one in the very front in light blue, complained about me not bringing lechon before departing to this very place. Yet the worst was that ungrateful, unemphatic, cantankerous, sorry excuse of a witch, the one in yellow and in jeans and flip-flops, who gave me this disgustingly mean look even after I've said, I'm sorry about the shortcomings I've made. And both she and that brat had the nerve to act so fakely saccharine in the I Have a Dream song, which made my stomach turn inside! I hate sounding repetitive, but she truly is a sorry excuse of a person and I highly doubt she's ever gonna grow up. Even after she gave me that look, I would've told her how much of a pain in the ass she was and she would've fled and cried like the bitch she was and I would've been in major trouble.
I know I hate reliving such barf-worthy memories, but sometimes I have to learn to accept that some people grow with empathy and grace, yet others choose not to and only seem to bully to make themselves look bigger yet make total asses of themselves. On a general level, I have grown to be a better as time went on. Sure, it hurts so much when that witch just shot me a stink eye, instead of just forgiving me, because I also wanted the best from her too and I only wanted to be good friends and be very accepting to everyone around me though stay true to my opinions and who I am. But as the saying goes, you can't always please everyone and I learned it the hard way.
So to those who learned to accept me as a person, a friend, a confidant, whatever, and especially those who proved themselves to be compassionate and forgiving, I just want to say thank you so much.
As to those other people, who gave me such a hard time, I would just say "get bent" and end it from here. However, I say, I feel sorry for you, because you never knew how to forgive others and I hope you'll learn your lesson when all is said and done. I only wish you would grow up to be a better person. Sure it's temptingly easy to tell you how much of a nasty, stupid, unemphatic, insensitive jerk-ass prostitute you were, but I chose not to. Especially to that spoiled, whiny brat who wanted lechon despite the fact that food was already provided for us, it would've been easy for me to call you a big, greedy pig. Instead, I just chose to say deep down, I pity you, despite your insurmountable rudeness, two-faced nature and overall witchery.
That is all.
My Throwback Thursday opera review with a very phenomenal production and very fine singing from Borodin's most famous opera, Prince Igor, from the Met Live in HD.
This was the first time I have encountered such wonderful and illustrious singers, Alfredo Daza, Aurelia Florian, Xavier Cortes, Francesco Ellero d'Artegna, Stephen Chambers, Grigory Shkarupa and Raul Alonso, in this Verdi rarity at the Konzerthaus am Gendarmenmarkt.
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