Congrats to Royal Ballet's Zenaida Yanowsky and bebbedaddy-to-be Simon Keenlyside: they are expecting their first child together and "spending more time" in Wales, where Sir Simon (knighted motu proprio by Opera Chic with due respect to Prince Harry's grandma and to Mr. Brown) happily indulges his hobbies -- zoology, bird watching (Mozart/Schikaneder would pewp their pants with happiness), and planting Welsh bluebells and Welsh daffs, whatever the hell those might be.
Rupert Christiansen, that interesting grouch, thinks that Simon Keenlyside -- aka that big hulking juicy slab of baritonal USDA prime beef (OK he's English, whatevs) -- is getting too old for Zauberfloete and should hurry up and join his 60something and 70something colleagues who sing Rigoletto instead.
Do Opera Chic readers agree with Il Ruperto?
OC sez, hails naw! Do not take our Papageno away!
PAPAGAYNOW!
Interestingly, this is what another critic had to say of the same singer in the same performance. Instead of somebody who'd better be thinking about retiring the role, actually, Keenlyside is
The joy, and the reason to go, is Simon Keenlyside's Papageno. This
most generous of artists pours head, heart and magnificent voice into
each note, each gesture.
Mozart's librettist and director,
Schikaneder, created the part for himself, giving himself the best
music and the best gags. Keenlyside likewise relishes every moment,
with endless tumbles, somersaults, skids, even a cartwheel, delivered
with bendy rag-doll ease.
Simon Keenlyside, that beautiful piece of big honking handsome British meat, talks about his future plans for Italian opera, Lieder, and world domination.