Addicted

I could blog about the opera I saw yesterday evening at Bastille, Lady Macbeth de Mzensk, and how Shostakovich composed in 1934 a musical work about a russian desperate housewife decades before American tv writers thought that housewives might be desperate; how Stalin hated the work and thought it was both impenetrable and pornographic (the association of those words sounds weird, doesn't it?) while some American critics talked at the time of "pornophony". I could write about how good the soprano and the chef d'orchestre were yesterday; that the tenor flashed his bare buttocks; that the mise en scène was interesting...and that the line "make the icons fall down kissing me" was spot-on and kind of cool, but hard to reuse in a non-Ortodox context.

I could blog about it, sure, but frankly, all I want to say at the moment is that I need the next episode of Battlestar Galactica and I want it NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ETA: Composer Bear McCreary(I wonder if Bear is his real frist name) has updated his blog about his work for the last episode, "The Oath".

PS: In case you don't know, the picture above was the promo poster for season 4, Last Supper-style. Battlestar Galactica is television at its best. A must see!