Yesterday, 07:29 AM
"Snapper" Griffiths has such an amazing theatrical archive. Maybe in due course he can share his memories of Bayreuth, and that savage personregie production of Walkure in 1968 which he obviously attended. Wotan wearing an apron, the Walkyries polishing their chariot before carrying off the bodies of dead heroes to Valhalla piled on the back seat. And the magnificent Brechtian relationship with the audience, as Siegrune and Waltraute empty buckets water over the audience in the stalls. Careful examination reveals the runes carved onto the shaft of the spear, here represened by a mop. Oops is that the time? Better get out with the dogs.