Word: dido
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...Kill the wabbit!” to the rune of Wagner. In this take on opera, large-breasted women dressed in Viking helmets sing for hours on end about being German, just like a good Romanticist should. The Early Music Society’s production of Dido and Aeneas by Henry Purcell presents an alternative vision: the opera is short, Baroque and in English. Moreover, stage director John Driscoll ’00 has updated the story to modern times, doing away with traditional costumes and set pieces...
...Dido and Aeneas tells the classic story of Dido, queen of Carthage, who loves and is loved by the hero Aeneas. Aeneas is bound for Italy to found Rome, but has stopped in Carthage and finds himself unable to leave Dido. However, an antagonistic sorceress (for reasons the opera never adequately explains), sends a spirit to urge Aeneas to hurry on his journey. Though at the last moment Aeneas decides to defy the gods and stay with Dido, she rejects him for having considered leaving her. She sends him away and prepares to die in despair...
...Keys were formed in September 1999, and they perform material from a wide array of artists ranging from Blondie to Dido to Pete Townsend. The group's president is Sue Bell '03, and their music director is Oliver Libby...
...wasn't having that. There were very few American or international artists on display - no Britney, no 'N Sync, no Limp Bizkit, no Eminem. Instead there was a huge section of MPB that featured such younger artists as Marisa Monte (a fine young vocalist who is a bit like Dido or Beth Orton with some samba thrown in), the ska-pop-reggae band LS Jack, and such veterans as Chico Buarque, Ivan Lins and Gal Costa...
...SARAH HARMER You Were Here (Zoe). Harmer, a Canadian singer-songwriter, has a voice with some of the sublime charm of Dido's and writes erudite but colloquial lyrics that evoke the folksy smarts of the Indigo Girls. This is the year's best debut, with honorable mention going to Nelly Furtado's blithe Whoa, Nelly...