After Danielle de Niese’s recent (Le) Poisson Rouge concert, I decided to let one Angeleno meet another and brought my boyfriend, Lawson, around to the autograph table. Ok, the egotist in me also wanted her autograph on the full-page interview I did of her for TONY, but that’s neither her nor there…nor is it in a frame on the wall behind my desk….
At the table, they’d set up her new Mozart CD among some other fanfare, including the new DVD of the Glyndebourne L’incoronazione di Poppea, something I wish had been out when I’d gotten to Poppea on the Opera Project and rocked out with the 90s-fabulous Rene Jacobs DVD.
“Oh, they finally put it out on DVD,” I casually mentioned to Lawson, turning the case over to inspect the back.
“No dear,” some altacaker behind me said, snatching the DVD from my hand. “That’s not the same as what you just saw tonight.”
“Yes, I’m well aware of that,” I said. If she only knew how intimately aware I was of that.
“No, you just don’t understand…none of you understand…you just don’t get it…Harry, tell them how they don’t get it.”
Before Harry could respond, we began to slowly inch away.
