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Greer Grimsley (top) as John Claggart and Keith Jameson as the Novice.
LA Opera performs Benjamin Britten's "Billy Budd" through March 16 at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. The opera is based on Herman Melville’s book of the same name, adapted by E.M. Forster and Eric Crozier, and features baritone Liam Bonner as Billy, tenor Richard Croft as Captain Vere, and bass Greer Grimsley as Claggart in a production by Francesca Zambello. James Conlon leads the LA Opera orchestra and chorus.
“Billy Budd” was Herman Melville’s literary time bomb. A parable of guilt and innocence, it wasn’t until long after the great novelist’s death that this story was found unfinished in his archives. But it instantly took its place, alongside “Moby Dick,” as one of his major works.
Perhaps because it is both great and incomplete, people ever since have struggled to make whole Melville’s tale of a near-perfect man destroyed by his own goodness. I first saw it as a live TV play in 1955, when it starred, of all people, a very young William Shatner as Billy.
Comedian Sid Caesar in the backyard of his Beverly Hills, Ca., home on May 11, 1982.
I think it was Matt Groening who said that the prime virtue of television was that it allowed families who wanted to kill one another to sit together peacefully for hours on end.
That’s exactly what the various iterations of Sid Caesar’s “Show of Shows” did for my beleaguered family unit back in the early 1950s — my mother wasting away from a series of degenerative ailments for which she refused to seek medical attention, my father abraded on the millstone of a dead-end white-collar job, and my brother and I struggling through troubled early adolescence with a minimum of positive parental attention.
In other words, we were like many, perhaps most, of the real-time families of that Eisenhower era, silently miserable in an age of plenty for many — and hypocritical happiness for all.
The LA Opera's 2010 dress rehearsal for Franz Schreker’s not quite forgotten 3-hour masterpiece, “Die Gezeichneten,” or “The Stigmatized." It's now available in a 3-CD set from Bridge Records.
Off-Ramp contributor Marc Haefele reviews a newly released recording of “Die Gezeichneten,” by Franz Schreker. It's a 3-CD set from Bridge Records featuring the Los Angeles Opera and soloists under James Conlon, from the 2009-2010 season.
One of the proudest accomplishments in the 28-year history of the Los Angeles Opera has finally gone on the record, literally. It's a production brought to the Dorothy Chandler stage in an unprecedented, if controversial, demonstration of the company’s maturity, raising its international reputation as a leading-edge musical institution.
No, I am most certainly not talking about the notorious Achin Freya-designed Wagner Ring Cycle, a $30 million fiscal sinkhole that, with a production that looked like a collaboration between Bertolt Brecht and Pee-wee Herman, has hamstrung the company’s ambitions ever since. I'm talking about L.A. Opera’s courageous mounting, for the first time in the Western Hemisphere, of Franz Schreker’s not quite forgotten three-hour masterpiece, “Die Gezeichneten,” or “The Stigmatized."
Jeff Wysard Realty
Huell Howser's home in 29 Palms, which just went on the market for $395,000.
Huell Howser 's desert hideaway could be yours for just under $400,000. And you could film a decent Western movie on the 70 adjacent acres that are also for sale.
During travels for his show, Huell passed through the desert burg of Twentynine Palms and loved it instantly; in 1997, when this house there, on nearly 12 acres, went up for sale, he bought it in a day and got to work on remodeling, intent on updating the circa-1953 house while preserving its character.
After seeing that post about the sale, I called Jeff Wysard, the Realtor who's handling the sale, and he told me it's priced a little above the comps for that area because, after all, it was Huell's. But it's still a deal if you're used to L.A.'s home prices.
Huell bought the adjacent land (to preserve the view) from Jackie Autry, Gene Autry 's widow.
"Heart-shaped box of candy, silver belt, and Valentine greetings found in Eugene H. White's blood-stained car." c. 1947.
Here's the thing. This is bad:
What, they're all out of Cold Duck!? You don't want this in your mouth or even on your table.
But come Valentine's Day, it's the kind of thing you'll get at about 9-million restaurants in Southern California, along with a fixed-price menu, inflexible dining times, and high prices. Even my beloved Musso & Frank is doing it, and is booked solid.
So we put out the call to listeners to show a little #kpcclove and suggest some refuges from the Valentine's Industry.
Note: The following are all possibilities, based on listener suggestions; please call the restaurants themselves to confirm if they have room, and if they're doing the Valentine's shtick.
On KPCC's Facebook page, Kelly Kubik recommends The Park in Echo Park (as of presstime, there was room at 9:30pm). Sean Hise says Rice Thai Tapas on Glenarm in Pasadena is a good option; although I checked and they only have space at 5:30pm. Benjamin Alvarez posted: Taco Joe's restaurant in Highland CA. Nice sit down restaurant. Less than $30 per couple."