How much music can fit into one night? That depends on how carefully you plan. Last Saturday I sampled some opera, jazz, and disco. It could have been rap, hardcore, and bluegrass, I suppose, but I was in the mood for opera, jazz, and disco. In that order. This is a recap of a night spent checking in on San Francisco’s musical grand buffet. At 5:30pm, I bought a standing room ticket for San Francisco Opera’s “Les Troyens” (The Trojans). Composer Hector Berlioz based the work on Virgil’s epic poem, “The Aeneid,” and the undertaking was so massive it had to be split into two separate operas, each with their own curtain call.
The next James Bond film, “Spectre,” is still four months from release, but news hit this week that suggests the hunt for the next James Bond is on. British bookmaker William Hill, who offer betting opportunities on everything from horse-races/elections to the names of the royal babies, slashed the odds on the likelihood of Homeland actor Damian Lewis getting the next 007 assignment after Daniel Craig. Down from 25/1 to 2/1, (all odds current as of press time), Lewis is the odds-on favorite in a brawny pool of MI6 probables that includes Idris Elba (11/4), Tom Hardy (7/2), and Michael Fassbender (7/1).
There’s one less giant walking the earth this morning. Ornette Coleman, who operated on the frontiers of music with his jazz magna carta, died of cardiac arrest at 85 this morning in Manhattan. Coleman created a sound all his own, and backed it up with his own philosophy of sound called “Harmolodics.” After the jump, we pair Coleman’s sartorial evolution with words from the master.