Well, I finally scared up that DVD of Gluck’s Iphigenie en Tauride that the library claimed to have. Turns it was mis-shelved. I also went looking for a Lohengrin, but all we’ve got is a really old one from the Met. I mean, I knew they wouldn’t have the one with all the rats, but . . . actually, I was kind of hoping for the rat one. Even though I knew I would be disappointed.
Other than that it has been obscure baroque opera all the way this week. You know how sometimes you buy things, and then you forget about them for say, three or four months, and then you see them, and then you feel guilty? And so then you end up listening to Telemann for like three hours out of a sense of obligation? (Or perhaps I am the only person to whom this happens.)