JM, Phoenix and Madamina, VW lot, Brand Boulevard of Cars, 4.10.09
Friday night at Yuca's Hollywood Boulevard; Saturday looking for a new cage. Blessed Sunday morning hiking in Griffith Park, to the ridge across from the Greek, and then back down to the tennis courts, which eventually filled with Apollo's chariot of sunlight. An urbane Easter breakfast at Figaro, and two hours of the Masters---the two in which Mickelson charged the hardest. Those Porterhouse steaks for dinner at LisaExit's were noteworthy too; and the fireworks in Echo Park were a nice additional capper. But in between the Masters and dinner...
Rodney Punt took me to Die Walküre. Rod's a former Cultural Affairs chief who understands the nexus of politics and culture, the nexus by which I've been most fascinated for most of my own life. We both were able to read much into the vast political spoilage that produces something as politically and culturally demanding as a Ring cycle: the ungodly benefacting, the unholy alliances, the apocalyptic harbingers. I'm much anticipating reading what he'll say at LA Opus about this production and I'm wondering if he'll attempt to put it into a larger social context; it's very rigorous work to do so. But two operas in, only one thing seems certain: Los Angeles is headed for a Götterdämmerung of some stripe or another.