Sam Hurwitt [SF Chronicle, 16 April 2006]
It’s a classic scene, like something out of an etching: The composer sits at his instrument playing what he thinks to be the last few minutes of his opera while the librettist stands staring intently at the score over his shoulder. If you’re picturing them huddled over a harpsichord in powdered wigs, your mental image of opera could use an update.