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Vice President of the Mozart Society Orchestra (MSO) David Y. Oh '00, who was Jo's roommate during the summer of 1998, said he encouraged Jo, a viola player, to join...
...remains quite active, ice skating with a synchronized skating team, playing viola in an orchestra, teaching piano lessons and even piloting airplanes...
...flagging production was clearly held together by three performances: Olivia (Tegan Shohet '01), Orsino (Tim Jezek '01) and, of course, Viola (Lisa Faiman '03). Even of these, only Faiman was completely at ease within the alternate world of Illyria. Shohet makes us believe that she could be a wonderful Olivia-in a different production-and Jezek, though truly engaging in his scenes with Faiman, ran a little to the whiny side of the Dukedom. Uche Amaechi, playing Olivia's kinsman, Sir Toby, possesses an amazing voice and stage presence, yet seemed wrong for the role of the scheming drunkard. Little...
...place of these lost elements is equally intriguing. The Ohio State Murders in its current production is a lyric exploration of emptiness, an absolutely breathtaking amalgam of hauntingly lonely lighting, pale-colored costumes and a score that's downright chilling in its simple beauty. (Kudos to John Ambrosone, Viola Mackenthun and Christopher Walker for their respective designs.) Underneath the surface, however, this enrapturing meditation on emptiness is really a study of absence. Forced absence. The only books on stage lie on the desk of Professor Robert Hampshire, Suzanne's teacher and lover at Ohio State. In scenes that should...
...various architectural elements strewn about the dressing-room, the missing coats of paint--they're immaterial. Giasone already has a brilliant set: the violins, gut-strung and armed with baroque bows. The theorbos, or chitarrones, their halved-pear bodies flowering into tall, lyrical stalks. The melancholy viola da gamba and the haunting lirone shaped like early venuses. The blockflutes, the recorders with their warm and woody sound. The tiny baroque guitar, cradled like a courageous lap-dog, and the harpsichords, the harpsichords: banquet tables of the basso-continuo; two banks of oars pulling across the river...