The cough I mentioned a few days ago turned into a really nasty viral infection. I had to leave the Opera 5 gig on Sunday at the interval; pale, sweating and coughing my guts up. Since then I've been having trouble sleeping as every time I move slightly I start to cough again. All in all it's been a rough few days. I did see the quack yesterday. She's reasonably sure it's only a virus but did, comfortingly, mention an outside chance of whooping cough, TB or cancer. I think I'm on the mend and may even brave the office tomorrow if I get a good night's sleep. Apart from the second half of Sunday's show I've missed Opera Atelier's Abduction from the Seraglio and will miss Talisker's Cities of the Mind gig tonight. I may be able to catch the last performance of the Opera 5 show tomorrow if things go really well. I've been in the workforce for 35 years and this is the largest number of days I've lost to one illness.
Review of tenor Chris Gillett's somewhat irreverent books on life as a jobbing singer.
The Metropolitan Opera's HD broadcast of Shostakovich's The Nose.
Patricia Petitbon shakes her booty in a Blu-ray recording of Berg's Lulu from Salzburg.
Messiah Wars. The line up for the holiday season in Toronto.
Review of tenor Chris Gillett's somewhat irreverent books on life as a jobbing singer.
The Metropolitan Opera's HD broadcast of Shostakovich's The Nose.
Patricia Petitbon shakes her booty in a Blu-ray recording of Berg's Lulu from Salzburg.
Messiah Wars. The line up for the holiday season in Toronto.