Werk of the Week
by Melissa Wimbish
Great singing leads to my vocabulary’s downfall and phrases such as, “Bitch, sing!” “Werk.” “Damn, Gina.” and so on. When I can’t think of the words to effectively communicate my awe, I just point aggressively and repeatedly in the general direction of the sound’s origin. This is one of those moments.
Denyce Graves struts her everything in one of opera’s steamiest Seguidilla seduction scenes. Oh, and Alagna is there also: