My operatic home base, so to speak, will be the Oper Frankfurt. I'm already excited about this; it was in Frankfurt in 2007 that I saw Simon Boccanegra in a Christof Loy production, with Zeljko Lucic in the title role. I loved it, cried when Simon drank the water, and was astonished to learn after the fact that it was supposedly a "difficult" opera. This September, I'm hoping to see the new production of Les vêpres siciliennes:
Also this autumn, Oper Frankfurt will be doing Rusalka, which I've (Really Shameful Confession) never seen; Idomeneo, which I've never seen; and Ariadne auf Naxos, which I can never see too often. Nearby Mainz will be doing Boito's unjustly-neglected Mefistofele. So, as in New York, the only limits on my opera-going will be imposed by financial strictures and by my need to get serious academic work done. Winter brings Tannhäuser... and all this is just at the nearest big company! I am experiencing an acute case of what the wonderful German language calls die Qual der Wahl--the torture of choice. I could go to Paris or Amsterdam or Brussels or Berlin in half a day; or to Vienna or Milan in a day. This makes prioritizing a challenge. I already have an all-star Dresden Elektra on my wish list, along with a Johannespassion staged by Peter Sellars. I've entered the ticket lottery for the Kusej-directed Forza in Munich. And I would ask of you, Gentle Readers, to give me your recommendations for what to add to my opera calendar for the season ahead.