And it ends with The Rake's Progress. Interesting choice.

Meanwhile, back at the Met...

What an awful production. Awful, awful, awful! You know I'm talking about Tosca, don't you? The good singing couldn't rescue this one. I know they couldn't keep doing the Zeferelli production forever, and I know the next director would feel compelled to come up with something different, but couldn't they get a director who has some understanding of the music? Bah.