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Plácido Domingo faces new sexual harassment reports, and pressure on L.A. Opera grows
Lately the atmosphere inside the usually calm, "placid" and even stuffy world of L.A. Opera at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion has become decidedly turbulent, ever since more and more women have come forward with their #me too stories with world-renowned Placido Domingo. A vast majority of these tales of the Spaniard's wanton lust took place several (or more) decades ago, when the converted baritone-turned-tenor could hit a high C natural more easily without sounding like a tortured man who had just pinched his private parts on a zipper. Today Domingo is 78 years of age, a general manager of the L.A. Opera, and even attired in sartorial splendor in the orchestra pit doesn't look like much of a babe magnet. What to do?
All of us in 2019 must dutifully pledge allegiance to all these sopranos and women associated in various capacities at opera companies both here and abroad, every female with the moves of an NFL running back who managed to escape unscathed from the bazoom-grabbing lecher of the opera. However as one who was dragged as a child to every damn opera that my family could ferret-out in Los Angeles and Cleveland, it comes as a mild surprise to me that Placido Domingo would even pursue most of the on-stage talent. Sorry, but it's true!
Puccini, Verdi, Wagner-- named the composer and opera being presented at a town near you and most likely there will be the most hilariously dichotomous cast of characters on-stage. In the audience, I've had to bite my tongue many times watching a five-foot tall Sicilian Cavaradossi in massive platform shoes professing his undying love to a soprano that outweighed most of the players on the USC Trojan football team. Sadly, sopranos are not built like SI Swimsuit models. Years ago soprano Deborah Voigt was canned from singing at Covent Garden in London when her gross weight approached that of a Boeing 737. In-fact, searching my cro-magnon, chauvinistic male mind I can't think of any smoking-hot, erection-inducing soprano worth losing one's reputation and bank account over. Well maybe Renee Fleming twenty-five years ago.
I say Placido Domingo should try for an insanity defense. What do the women here at LPSG opine?
Lately the atmosphere inside the usually calm, "placid" and even stuffy world of L.A. Opera at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion has become decidedly turbulent, ever since more and more women have come forward with their #me too stories with world-renowned Placido Domingo. A vast majority of these tales of the Spaniard's wanton lust took place several (or more) decades ago, when the converted baritone-turned-tenor could hit a high C natural more easily without sounding like a tortured man who had just pinched his private parts on a zipper. Today Domingo is 78 years of age, a general manager of the L.A. Opera, and even attired in sartorial splendor in the orchestra pit doesn't look like much of a babe magnet. What to do?
All of us in 2019 must dutifully pledge allegiance to all these sopranos and women associated in various capacities at opera companies both here and abroad, every female with the moves of an NFL running back who managed to escape unscathed from the bazoom-grabbing lecher of the opera. However as one who was dragged as a child to every damn opera that my family could ferret-out in Los Angeles and Cleveland, it comes as a mild surprise to me that Placido Domingo would even pursue most of the on-stage talent. Sorry, but it's true!
Puccini, Verdi, Wagner-- named the composer and opera being presented at a town near you and most likely there will be the most hilariously dichotomous cast of characters on-stage. In the audience, I've had to bite my tongue many times watching a five-foot tall Sicilian Cavaradossi in massive platform shoes professing his undying love to a soprano that outweighed most of the players on the USC Trojan football team. Sadly, sopranos are not built like SI Swimsuit models. Years ago soprano Deborah Voigt was canned from singing at Covent Garden in London when her gross weight approached that of a Boeing 737. In-fact, searching my cro-magnon, chauvinistic male mind I can't think of any smoking-hot, erection-inducing soprano worth losing one's reputation and bank account over. Well maybe Renee Fleming twenty-five years ago.
I say Placido Domingo should try for an insanity defense. What do the women here at LPSG opine?
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