November 23, 2024

Blustery cold. Roses and Mexican sunflowers still bloom. 

N’s Broadway break, about Jim and Tammy Fay, is panned by The New Yorker. Oh well. He himself escaped blame.

Two last performances of Messiah, each better than last night. I sang well. The soprano beside me made the same mistake every time. I remembered how, when for ten years I did Mother Ginger in The Nutcracker ten times a season, I never tired of the music. K had us reprise “Hallelujah” as an encore. Audience loved it, sang along. Happy recollection. Women remark on how it’s thrilling to stand beside the basses.