Grazie, Nakamura san. Just goes to show that Butterfly really isn't the
story of a geisha with a big bad American, merely the story of a
large-voiced, Italian soprano, con una grande figura, con una bella voce ,
and her encounter with with an overly narciscistic tenor with no brains and
even less cujones.
It is nice to be reminded that our perceptions are not necessarily based on
Now, how about Iris?
Happy 4th of July to all counting down for Bastille day.