Yesterday, the radio opera was Richard Strauss’s “Salome” which is not based directly on the Biblical story, but on Oscar Wilde’s play of the same name. Richard was no relation to the Johanns – his father was a French horn player. His life was a bit later than the waltz royal family, and I don’t know whether he was influenced by Freud, but it’s a good bet that Wilde was – the libretto and score reek of it. If that sounds depressing, yes, it could be, but I have always found it helpful when feeling down – it gives me the feeling that, yes, I’m down, but I’m not that down, and it helps me snap out (and, if I’m not down, the music, although even today it sounds very avant-garde, is beautiful in its way.) This production is part of the “Live in HD” and thus has been recorded and was shown in theaters around the world. I doubt I’ll seek it out – I don’t feel that it needed quite as much visual dysfunction as they added to it – I think it’s better stripped down – but that didn’t impair hearing it on the radio. Off to visit Virgil now – I’ll check in upon return.
This is not news, but it is a pretty good anecdote, and not a shaggy dog story – it has a punch line.
Not to imply anyone’s death (well maybe a few) is good news. On the other hand, the life of a good person is worth recognizing, even celebrating, especially when we have so few just now in the right positions. Harry Litman eulogizes David Souter.
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