#phantom moscow

[marybeatriceofmodena]

Random things I've seen with various POTO casts, part 1 of hopefully an ungoing series

Meghan Picerno and John Riddle having a generally adorable rendition of Little Lotte, but a highlight is Meghan's Christine connecting the dots while reading Raoul's letter, pressing it to her heart and just looking very happy as she continues changing

Jennifer Hope Wills waking after MotN, trying to make sense of the previous evening, and instead of being dreamy/enchanted like other Christines can be, she's actually confused, a bit scared, and even kind of pissed, and unmasks the Phantom as a result (I mean honestly go off queen)

Hugh Panaro being the funniest person on stage even during the Final Lair and knowing it, while I'm really torn being low-key amused and actively rooting for Raoul and Christine to gtfo

Michael Crawford singing "Christine, I loveD you" at his last performance ever

Raquel Suarez Groen delivering the "she's mad" line in the exact same tone as someone saying "this bitch be crayyyyyyy"

Georgia Ware's face after Madame Giry's line "Meg Giry, are you a dancer", where she looks very proud as if she's saying "well, yes, I'm a dancer, yay!"

Rasmus Jupin (Piangi in the second Copenhagen revival) worshipping the ground Carlotta walks on, not being the least bit jealous when she flirts a bit with André while she sings Think of Me, and just beaming with pride instead

Eugeny Zaytsev's Raoul actively listening to Tamara Kotova's Christine in All I Ask of You, nodding, and when she sings "Promise me that all you say is true" he takes her hand and puts it to his heart

Rachel Barrell being literally all of us when she returns the ring to Earl Carpenter's Phantom, and by that I mean that she's crying her eyeballs out

Josh Piterman's Phantom cuddling Kelly Mathieson's Christine back during the Final Lair kiss, and he almost looks like a little boy while Christine pats him on the back gently

#phantom of the opera #phantom west end #phantom broadway #phantom copenhagen #phantom moscow #phantom los angeles #should i tag anyone? #meeeh

[darklinaforever]

I confess that I am an unconditional fan of Erik & Christine, and that I have a certain aversion for the character of Raoul.

But Hadley Fraser does a good enough job of making him charming to me in a way. Even if it's still not a great love between me and this character... Let's say that Hadley's physique and his acting help me a little...

(Seriously, I want a man to look at me like that one day...)

Besides, I have to tell you that the only version of Raoul that goes completely in my eyes and that I have nothing to reproach is that of the Russian version, interpreted by Yevgeniy Zaytsev who is just 100% adorable.

#phantom of the opera #le fantôme de l'opéra #gaston leroux #phantom of the opera andrew lloyd webber #andrew lloyd webber #phantom of the opera 25th anniversary #raoul de chagny #hadley fraser #erik #christine daae #erik and christine #christine and erik #erik x christine #christine x erik #erikstine #phantom of the opera russian version #phantom moscow #Youtube

[wheel-of-fish]

Phantom hands: Andrey Schkoldychenko

#phantom of the opera #phantom hands #andrey schkoldychenko #elena bahtiyarova #evgeny zaycev #gifset #edit #poto moscow

[heidismagblog]

#kerrang #kerrang magazine #reviews #van halen #brad gillis #phantoms of future #living colour #enuff znuff #tesco vee #the offspring #mark free #francis x #radio moscow #mule #drivin' n' cryin'

[operafantomet]

THE PHANTOM'S MASK IN TECHNICOLOUR!

Joshua Robson, Sydney Harbour (non-replica)

Yuichiro Yamaguchi and Kyoko Suzuki, Japan (replica)

Masachika Ichimura (?), Japan (replica)

Unidentified, Hiroshima, Japan (replica)

Richard Woodford, Restaged Tour (non-replica)

Derrick Davis, Restaged Tour (red death, non-replica)

Ben Forster, Greece (red death, non-replica)

Joa Helgesson (Finland/) Sweden (non-replica)

Raphael Wong, Restaged Tour (red death, non-replica)

Promo poster for POTO Norway (non-replica, and this specific mask was never seen on stage)

Preben Kristensen, Copenhagen (replica)

Raphael Wong, Restaged Tour (non-replica)

Ivan Ozhogin, Moscow (replica)

Joshua Robson, Sydney Harbour (red death, non-replica)

Ciaran Sheehan, Toronto (replica, but not stage worn - the green mask was made for St. Patrick's Day)

Gerónimo Rauch, West End (replica, but not stage worn - the glitter masks are worn for Christmas curtain call)

Ben Forster, West End (replica, same as Rauch's mask)

Uwe Kröger, Essen (replica, but not stage worn - the flag mask was worn to celebrate the 2006 FIFA World Cup, held in Germany during the Essen production's run)

#the phantom's mask #phantom of the opera #costume nerding #not tagging them all #but who can name the face

[oldshrewsburyian]

Maybe I’m just missing it, but has anyone brought up the influence of Carol Reed on Scorcese’s Goncharov?

Compare this, for instance, from The Third Man, with the iconic scene in the Galleria Umberto, where both Andrey and the viewer are so acutely aware that the situation might turn deadly. The way Goncharov handles the intimacies of touch and potential betrayal -- whether between lovers or informants/contacts, or between those who might be both -- has, of course, been extensively commented on as one of the things that makes the film almost insistently open to queer readings. But I would also argue that it owes much to The Man Between, particularly the latter’s ice skating scene.

And this is to say nothing of the way Naples (and Moscow, as the phantom city, as grey as Naples is colorful, never seen and yet hardly less powerful in the narrative) functions as a character in the film, in much the same way that Vienna and Berlin do in Reed’s postwar films. The discussion of city as character arguably takes us to a discussion of Goncharov’s influence on Das Leben der Anderen (also underappreciated) but that’s another post.

#film #goncharov #carol reed #espionage #yes i am having far too much fun #cinematography

[andrewlloydwebber]

Phantom, recreated

Unknown "Bacchus" and Evgeny Zaytsev (Moscow), recreated by Gustavo Ceccarelli and Henrique Moretzsohn (São Paulo revival)

Meg Chilcott and Maree Johnson (Australia), recreated by Ali Ewoldt and Maree Johnson (Broadway)

Lorraine Chappel and Sarah Ryan (UK tour), recreated by Sara Esty and Emilie Kouatchou (Broadway) AND Ellie Young and Holly Anne Hull (West End revival)

Jonathan Roxmouth and Meghan Picerno (Third World Tour), recreated by Thiago Arancam and Daruã Góes (São Paulo revival)

Rob Pitcher and Elizabeth Welch (Oberhausen), recreated by Paul Ettore Tabone and Kelly Mathieson (West End)

#the phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera

[thelittletsarina]

Holiday Gifting Day 4

Day 4 of 5 features some Christine understudies!

Christian Müller (u/s The Phantom of the Opera), Martina Rumpf (u/s Christine Daaé), Lucius Wolter (u/s Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny), Evelyn Werner (alt Carlotta Giudicelli), Ernst van Looy (Monsieur Firmin), Fernand Delosch (Monsieur André), Gabriele Ramm (Madame Giry), Daniel Brenna (Ubaldo Piangi), Annabel Knight (Meg Giry) July 15, 2006; Essen Matinee

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Dale Tracy, Susan Derry (u/s), Scott Gregory, Michael Starrs, Reinhard Schulze (u/s), Vera Borisova (u/s), Pamela Laurent, Colenton Freeman, Gabriela Nicholson March 31, 1997; Hamburg

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Saulo Vasconcelos (The Phantom of the Opera), Lolita Cortes (u/s Christine Daaé), José Joel (Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny) 2000 (2); Mexico City || Notes: Act 1 only

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Ivan Ozhogin (The Phantom of the Opera), Mercedesz Csampai (u/s Christine Daaé), Evgeniy Zaytsev (Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny), Irina Samoylova (Carlotta Giudicelli), Yuriy Mazikhin (Monsieur Firmin), Aleksey Bobrov (Monsieur André), Elena Charkviani (Madame Giry), Sergey Borzov (u/s Ubaldo Piangi), Valeria Migalina (Meg Giry) December 25, 2014; Moscow

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#phantom of the opera #audio gift #holiday gifting

[minhkhoas]

A lot of people seem to mistake Khoa’s anger at being called broken by Bruce as some sort of personal admission that there is something “wrong” with him but I, personally, view it more as Khoa feeling an inherent sense of betrayal at the fact that the one person he thought understood him suddenly shifted his perspective on him.

He’s fully aware that he’s set apart from his peers & seemed to be content with that until he met Bruce— Bruce, who seemed to be a kindred spirit even when he and Khoa fought, who had consistently targeted Khoa’s actions instead of the thought processes behind them even when they did fight, who never once insinuated he needed to be fixed until that moment.

The moment of them on a bridge in Moscow in B:TK #5 is a testament to the level he places Bruce at in itself; by acknowledging that Bruce changed his mind about being alone, he’s accepting Bruce as an equal. Even after they fought and parted ways for the last time after Lazarus, the fact that Khoa kept Bruce alive solely for fighting still implies he views him on equal footing as him/“worthy” enough to spar with.

The scene in Argentina irrevocably shifts the narrative of them being equals when Khoa realizes that it’s Bruce who doesn’t seem them as equals anymore. Bruce seems to be the one thing he can never leave behind to the point where he suggests they work together even after all of the arguments they’ve shared over the years. He implies Khoa’s inability to care about people in a way that’s expected of him is wrong, and even goes so far as to assume what Khoa’s feeling.

It’s not the lack of initiative on Bruce’s part that sets Khoa off, nor is it the fact that he declined Khoa’s invitation in the first place— it’s the fact that Bruce implies there’s something fundamentally wrong with him which, as a result, means Bruce never wants to see him again. Khoa’s angry because he’s always seemed to have the upper hand in their relationship, but he never expected this. It’s always been Khoa leaving Bruce in some capacity, whether it’s him leaving after their first fight in the wilderness or him leaving after saving Bruce at Lazarus. He’s always left on his own terms. Bruce is the one person in the world who made Khoa feel like he was understood in some capacity and despite burning the bridges between them on numerous occasions, he never seemed to plan for the fact that Bruce would get to it first.

There’s a significant level of vulnerability in Khoa’s actions in the context of the Argentina argument and the larger scope of his appearances.

Khoa specifically emphasizes the fact that Bruce doesn’t get to utter his name or see his face again because the fact that he’d done both in the first place was a sign of trust, and that trust was lost the moment Bruce spoke Those™ words.

To me, his reaction in this moment isn’t an admission of self-loathing or hatred towards himself at the fact that he’s incapable of experiencing certain things, and I honestly don’t think Khoa has ever experienced intense feelings of unworthiness/low self-esteem surrounding the negative views on his personality disorder. His relationship with Bruce borders on obsession at some points, and the disillusionment caused by the realization that their dynamic has shifted significantly without him being able to control it is what angers him.

Khoa has been shown to have moments of possible guilt/regret at his actions such as the fact that he couldn’t save Phantom-One, but that could be chalked up to him being disappointed at failing as a crime-fighter. He never once puts the blame on himself for anything, so I don’t view his hurt in this scenario being formed out of a place of self-doubt or self-hatred.

#mars.txt #dc #minhkhoa khan #ghostmaker #Guys i dont know if this makes sense. #BUT BASICALLY LIKE IDK. I think people make Khoa unnecessarily self-loathing/self-hating sometimes #Most of his frustrations seem to come from a lack of control over situations/‘failing’ at what he does when he knows he’s better than that

[rosewaterandivy]

exsanguinate

Summary: exsanguinate - the action or process of draining or losing blood.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, if you squint (it's really more of a character study)

WC: 2.5k

Warnings/Themes: 18 +, MINORS DNI. Graphic depictions of violence and sex. Psychological horror/trauma, botched forced sterilization, abortion, memory loss, body horror, dark and sacrilegious themes, and mutual corruption.

A/N: prosaic idolatry, smut, horror, and the sublime. please re-read the warnings/themes section above because this is not for everyone. if you can't watch a David Cronenberg film or have issues with any of the warnings above, please move along. and before you can ask, yes, this is a quasi-winter soldier!au

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“There’s a ticket out for you too,” The American says, eyes cutting to yours. 

You nod, lips pursed and observe the painting before you: Artemisia Gentileschi’s Judith Beheading Holofernes. You know the story well, the Biblical Judith and her maidservant bear down on their victim, the invading Assyrian general Holofernes, as Judith saws at his neck with a sword. 

Your eye travels to take in the blood spattering in long, ropy arcs, spraying Judith’s chest and neck. Holofernes’s tortured expression and copious amounts of blood are familiar to you, a slow smile crept its way across your face.

I got your one way ticket right here, mister.

Stepping to the next painting, the American trails alongside you.

“I appreciate that.”

It’s a calculated response, one you’d inevitably settled on anticipating this very conversation.

“We’ll be in touch.”

His footsteps echo along the corridor leaving you alone in the gallery.

Eyes taking in the somber hues of blue and gray, along with the warmth of a red dress and ochre wall. Magritte’s The Lovers II stares back at you. It was always a favorite of yours, embodying the protagonists’ frustrations all too well.

The hoods could very well double as burial shrouds, a final separation of the lovers in their last embrace.

The knife twisted inside you once more.

Moscow likes a sure thing.

So when you were brought in, an amalgamation of skin, bruises, and bones, he was suspicious.

And when the handler ordered him to fight you, he nearly balked.

But not you.

Barrelling at him with all your might and the grace of a dancer, you were ready to rip him to shreds.

The Asset.

The man you could never possibly live up to.

How wrong they turned out to be.

He wakes to a disembodied blood curdling scream. 

Jolts upright in his cell, briefly disoriented by the faint tingle of a phantom limb. Goes to flex his fingers and shake out the tinge to find nothing there.

The prosthesis was being recalibrated. He usually slept better without it, anyway. 

Silence echoes through the hallway, the faint whirring of machines fading away like an afterthought.

Looking to the left, he finds you aren’t in your cell. Which is odd, given the hour.

He stays awake, lays back against the bed and waits.

Not an hour later, two medics drag you back to your cell. The tops of your feet are bloody from scraping against the concrete, and two red spots bloom through the flimsy white gown near your hips.

They place you back on your bed, promising to return a few hours later to check on you. A brief nod of understanding and they’re walking back to the operating room.

You’d stifled your pain as long as you dared, hiccupping sobs erupting from your throat as you turn toward the concrete wall.

“What happened?”

It’s the first question he’s asked you since your appointment as his partner. His voice was controlled, but concerned. He doesn’t like not knowing things.

You sniff, an effort to stop your tears and snot but it does no good. When the sobs and hiccups subside, you reply: “Moscow likes a sure thing.”

No accidents. No fuck-ups. No survivors.

One day, maybe, you’ll tell him how the good doctor didn’t put you under (couldn’t spare the expense) as he sterilized you. How the medical staff had to hold you down limb by limb to quell your thrashing.

“Now, now, Lilith,” he tsked with scalpel in hand, “Either you comply or we get the little red book, eh?”

A cold sweat broke out against your skin. Anything but the little red book. The trigger words and their inevitable countdown to oblivion and the chair.

“N-no,” you manage to eek out through the bit in your mouth, “I’ll be good.”

A slow smile, like splitting skin with the tip of a nail, “Of course you will dear.”

He turns toward the camera in the operating theater just as a nurse jabs a needle into your neck. The chemical concoction burns its way through your veins.

“Let us begin.”

You’re late.

Uncharacteristically so.

Your partner trudges on ahead of you, boots crunching in the snow. Coming back from a mission in the outer reaches of the taiga, in December. 

Fucking Moscow.

The safe house is within sight now, at least. The promise of a warm fire and the ability to feel your toes again was within reach. 

The drop, which he knows nothing of, is tomorrow.

The pills, which he knows nothing of, will be administered by the pharmacist the day after tomorrow.

You could do this.

You had to do this.

There were no other options.

Time had run out.

You’d been in denial until a week or so ago. 

You had, after all, been sterilized via tubal ligation several years ago.

So, when you’d run out of condoms during a recon mission in Budapest sometime after midnight, the risk was negligible. 

And he’d talked so low and sweet, made your body positively sing sin, that the obstacle was quickly forgotten.

Somehow, you never did manage to grab another box.

So it goes.

Color you surprised when you realize you’ve gone the greater part of a month without your period.

The test itself nearly falls out of your hand and clatters to the ground when the two lines appear. 

A familiar rap on the door.

“Mon coeur, we’re going to be late.”

Yeah, about that…

But there was no time to spare, Moscow was calling. And if this extraction was going to go off without a hitch, there could be no question of your loyalties. 

Scrambling to hide the evidence, you toss the plastic test into the bin and give yourself a final once over in the mirror.

Deep breath.

“Of course, Soldat,” you purr opening the door. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

He was furious, of course.

Holed up in the safe house with someone he thought he could trust, who turned out to be a traitor.

“They approached me,” you say for the umpteenth time.

He rakes his hand through his hair again; the strands standing this way and that evidence of his frustration.

“You kept saying things in your sleep, over and over again,” you try to reason with him. “Robin, Hawkins, Star Court, Upside Down, Dustin—”

“What?”

You pause, taking in the low pitch of his voice. “Like I said, you were talking in your sleep.”

He sits in front of the fireplace, warm golds and oranges cascading across his face. He shakes his head, “Those words mean nothing to me.”

“Well,” you bite your lip, “Agree to disagree.”

You recount how you intercepted a cipher from someone named Murray and sent another back.

“Under a pseudonym, Laika.”

“The Sputnik II dog?”

“The patron saint of one-way trips,” you reply, with a sad turn of your lips.

Continuing to fill him in on how the American made contract and gained your tentative trust. 

“He showed me pictures.”

A younger man, maybe not entirely carefree but at least carrying a different burden from the man in front of you now.

“You looked happy.”

He grunts, disbelieving.

Rising from your perch against the windowsill, you step toward him. He makes room for you in front of the fire, head resting against the crown of yours as he pulls you to his lap. Breathes in the familiar scent of you, nose buried at the nape of your neck.

“The name. Tell it to me again.”

“Steve,” you say, “Steve Harrington.”

You feel his lips moving against your sensitive skin, mouthing it back to you, tasting the syllables against his tongue.

“Who the fuck is Steve?”

Despite yourself, you let out a laugh.

“That’s for you to find out, Любимый.”

The American arrives at daybreak, just as he promised.

The knocks on the door match the code you’d agreed upon. The Soldat is less than enthused— his brows have been furrowed since he'd woke up. 

Kits packed, and the fire extinguished, you hazard a glance for anything left behind. Deeming the safe house cleaner than when you’d arrived, you open the front door and step outside. 

Fresh snow blankets the area as the American waits for you to approach. You nod in greeting and turn back to the cabin, “Get a move on,” you call out in Russian.

Facing the American you’re privy to his reaction upon seeing this so-called Steve Harrington. And it does not disappoint. His eyes widen ever so slightly, the light blue appearing cooler in the winter light. He takes a breath, gaze falling to the metal prosthesis of his left arm.

“Steve.”

The door slams shut and echoes throughout the clearing. He shoulders his bag and assesses the American, coming to a stop at your side.

“Do you trust me?"

He regards you briefly, gaze softening on your features. “Of course, my love.”

His eyes search your face for any signs of apprehension. Finding none, he sighs and gestures to the American as if to say, ‘lead the way.’

The three of you trek into the forest for several kilometers. The American says little and for that you are grateful. The Solda— Steve speaks to you every so often in Russian; you’re lagging behind and he’s concerned.

You spy the snowmobile out of the corner of your eye, just where Stanislav said it would be. 

You owe me, She-Wolf.

Called in every favor you had, ledger bleeding red at this point. But it was worth it, you’d do it all over again if it meant he could be free.

After all, one of you should be happy.

The telltale sound of a twig snapping halts your party. The American pulls a glock from his coat and slowly turns back toward you. 

Your partner, armed to the teeth as ever, already has his M4 carbine loaded and scope trained on the outlying forest. 

“How many?”

Checking the magazine on the M294 SAW, you sigh. “Too many.”

The first shot whizzes just past The American and you play your hand. Returning fire and stepping off the trail, you jerk your chin to the west. 

“Go on ahead, I’ll catch up.”

“Not happening sweetheart,” he grouses, picking off a sniper.

“We’re nearly there already, less than a kilometer to the Ukranian border.”

“All the more reason to go together.”

Stanislav was not going to like this. The sooner you convinced him to leave with the American, the better. 

“I’ll be fine, mon lion.” You assure him, covering his flank. “Get the American out of here, I’m right behind you.”

And this would be the hardest part. 

Breaking his trust could very well be the end of you, but it had to be done to ensure his safety and survival.

You hear the bullet before you can feel it graze your temple. As you fall, you see him turn toward you and run faster than he has in his entire life.

Voices are muffled, but you can tell that there’s shouting.

“We have to go now!” The American says, tugging at your partner’s arm.

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” he bites back, hands searching for injuries along your torso.

In the fall, your head had lolled to the side and effectively hidden the wound. The blood still poured however, head wounds bled like a bitch anyway, and you know him well enough that he won’t move you until it’s necessary.

His lips form your name, not Lilith or ma louve, not darlin’ nor malishka. Your actual name, the one Moscow hadn’t managed to scrape from you; something you held close and dear, reserved for only him.

Everything is so still.

Quiet.

The American attempts to bargain with him, unsuccessfully.

“C’mon honey,” he croaks, “I’m here, I’ve got you. Just gotta wake up, hmm? We’re so close, you can’t leave me now.”

It’s a funny thing, you never wanted to leave him in the first place. Just wanted him safe and sound, away from the rot of Moscow and your blood-stained hands.

His right hand lingers over your arm.

Warm.

His fingers touch your cheek.

Nothing.

Your face has gone slack, eyes shut, body lax against the white snow.

Well, mostly white.

Arms wrap around you, a hand cradles your head, you feel the tremor in his hold before he croaks out in English, “Help her. Help–”

“Don’t look kid,” The American advises, voice low and pleading. “We gotta go, Steve. She’d want you to.”

He’s ignored.

Pulling away from his grip, cool fingers turn your face toward him before they flinch back as if burned.

A hollowness carving its way through his chest.

So many things he never got to tell you. Never had the right words to say— And now, there are simply none.

He chokes down the feeling. The pain, torment, sacrifice, torture— all of it. Wills himself to stop trembling, and stop being weak but the voice echoing through his mind is unfamiliar to him. Older, stern, and perpetually disappointed.

Finally, he turns his hand.

A blood-red bloom.

Stanislav held up his end of the bargain and patched you up as best he could before depositing you back in Moscow under the care of the pharmacist. 

You wake in a dimly lit room, a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. 

The wound at your temple has already begun to heal, thanks to the KGB serum no doubt. 

The old woman enters with a tray of food and a glass of water. She sets it down at the foot of the bed with a sad smile. 

You clock the paper cup immediately and swallow what feels like is your heart crawling its way out of your throat. 

You pick at the food until she deems you’ve eaten a decent amount. She hands you the paper cup and a glass of water. Eyeing the four pills in the cup, you glance up to ask, “Got anything stronger?”

A slow shake of her head.

With a sigh, you tuck the four pills under your tongue and wait for them to dissolve. After a few minutes, you take a sip of water and swallow the last remnants of the pills. Upon your arrival, you’d be conscious enough to take enough pain killers to down a horse, just in case. 

You finish drinking the water and pass it back to her.

She regards you carefully, sadness in her eyes. “I’ll bring you vodka,” she concludes lifting the tray from you bed on her way out the door, “After, for the pain.”

As the door closes, you hand rests against your abdomen briefly. Nothing more than a clump of cells now, a hurricane of genetics containing both you and him. 

In another life, it would have been good.

As it was, there was hardly a choice to be made. 

A choice between you and him.

(Him, always.)

A choice between survival and death.

(Survival, at all costs.)

Moscow, after all, likes a sure thing.

It was all but assured that you would raze the organization to the ground with your very hands. Dissemble their precious assets brick by fucking brick. The handlers, the medics, and the good old doctor himself would have to answer for their crimes blood for blood.

And you knew all too well the many and varied ways to make them bleed.

Hell hath no fury, after all.

#steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fan fiction #stranger things fanfic #winter soldier!steve #Spotify

[marybeatriceofmodena]

Trading Site Reopening and Gifting Spree!

So. After weeks of work (*insert alpaca scream here*), my trading site is open for trading! To celebrate, I decided to gift a few audios and videos from Phantom of the Opera, a few audios from Les Misérables, two cast recordings from Elisabeth das Musical, and a cast recording for Sweeney Todd. Enjoy!

(If you're the master of a listed audio/video, please don't hesitate to reach out to me if you want me to remove your stuff from the list.)

POTO audios

Michael Crawford, Rebecca Caine (alt.), Steve Barton October 10, 1987; London Michael Crawford and Steve Barton's last in London. Soundboard, very good quality, and this one is complete. And Rebecca Caine sounds amazing in it (as she always does). https://www.mediafire.com/file/pttrjfqzb84gatm/POTO_West_End_10-10-1987_-_Crawford%252C_Caine%252C_Barton.rar/file Steve Barton, Rebecca Luker, Gary Lindemenn (u/s),  Marilyn Caskey, Jeff Keller, George Lee Andrews, Leila Martin September 26, 1990; Broadway Soundboard audio. Because Steve Barton was almost as good of a Phantom as he was as Raoul, and Rebecca Luker is a legend (RIP). https://www.mediafire.com/file/xc9ywojtdesptje/POTO_Broadway_26-09-1990_-_Barton%252C_Luker%252C_Lindemenn.rar/file Davis Gaines, Tracy Shayne, Matthew R. Jones, George Lee Andrews, Jeff Keller, Lelia Martin October 5, 1996; Broadway Davis Gaines's last performance. Because Davis Gaines has one of the best voices I've heard in the role. https://www.mediafire.com/file/w1ybvl8v6e4ex6r/POTO_Broadway_05-01-1996_-_Gaines%252C_Shayne%252C_Little.rar/file Brad Little, Lisa Vroman, Tim Martin Gleason, Kim Stengel, DC Anderson, David Cryer, Patti  Davidson-Gorbea, Kate Wray, Jimmy Smagula December 5, 2003; Los Angeles Lisa Vroman’s second-to-last performance as Christine. Both she and Brad Little are glorious vocal-wise. https://www.mediafire.com/file/muavx4ocvs62eav/POTO_US_Tour_05-12-2003_-_Little%252C_Vroman%252C_Gleason.rar/file Anthony Warlow, Julie Goodwin, John Bowles, Andrea Creighton, John O'May, Derek Taylor, Jackie Rees, Nadia Komazec, David Rogers-Smith August 15, 2007; Melbourne Not the biggest fan of Anthony Warlow acting-wise, but he does not disappoint on the vocals - and neither does Julie Goodwin. https://www.mediafire.com/file/3pm0ksips30n3it/POTO_Melbourne_15-08-2007_-_Warlow%252C_Goodwin%252C_Bowles.rar/file John Owen-Jones, Katie Hall, Simon Bailey, Angela M. Caesar, Andy Hockley, Simon Green, Elizabeth Mars, Hannah Cadec, Vincent Pirillo September 29, 2012; Edinburgh Not the biggest fan of the restaged tour, but... Katie Hall's "Tears of HAAAAAATE" is pretty great. And John Owen-Jones! https://www.mediafire.com/file/00vtvziy172lpkv/POTO_UK_Tour_29-09-2012_-_Owen-Jones%252C_Hall%252C_Bailey.rar/file Hugh Panaro, Elizabeth Welch (u/s), Jeremy Hays March 3, 2014; Broadway Great trio overall, but Elizabeth Welch is a standout (to me at least). https://www.mediafire.com/file/1hc1ozi96vok5pd/POTO_Broadway_03-03-2014_-_Panaro%252C_Welch%252C_Hays.rar/file Dmitry Ermak, Tamara Kotova, Eugeny Zaytsev, Irina Samoylova, Alexei Bobrov, Yuri Mazihin, Elena Charkviani, Valeria Migalina, Rustim Bahtiyarov (u/s) July 16, 2015; Moscow A lovely production that I miss - Tamara Kotova in particular is great. https://www.mediafire.com/file/w56tx5d7fkh4kse/POTO_Moscow_16-07-2015_-_Ermak%252C_Kotova%252C_Zaytsev.rar/file John Owen-Jones, Celinde Schoenmaker, Nadim Naaman, Megan Llewellyn, Michael Matus, Christopher Dickens, Jacinta Mulcahy, Alicia Beck, John Ellis September 7, 2015; London First performance of the 2015-2016 cast. https://www.mediafire.com/file/5hswf44ldku6ngm/POTO_West_End_07-09-2015_-_Owen-Jones%252C_Schoenmaker%252C_Naaman.rar/file Peter Jöback, Emmi Christensson, Anton Zetterholm, Karolina Andresson, Glenn Kjellberg, Rolf Lydhal, Sanna Martin, Tehilla Blad, Sindre Postholm March 19, 2017; Stockholm Given Christine is from Sweden, it's only fair to include the recent Stockholm production. https://www.mediafire.com/file/zkl38t9388gcvh7/POTO_Sweden_2017-03-19_PJ_EC_AZ.wav/file Tim Howar, Amy Manford, Jeremy Taylor, Kimberly Blake, Ross Dawes, Alan Vicary, Jacinta Mulcahy, Georgia Ware, Paul Ettore Tabone September 7, 2019; London This one is different from the one listed as NFT (so don't get mad at me, haha). Last performance for Amy Manford in the West End production. https://www.mediafire.com/file/vf60ie1er18rkon/POTO_West_End_07-09-2019_-_Howar%252C_Manford%252C_Taylor.rar/file Ben Crawford, Meghan Picerno, John Riddle October 26, 2019 Because we all love a Christine with opera chops. https://www.mediafire.com/file/9gji0khgfoazjqd/POTO_Broadway_26-10-2019_-_Crawford%252C_Picerno%252C_Riddle.rar/file 

POTO videos

Earl Carpenter, Rachel Barrell, David Shannon, Wendy Ferguson, David Lawrence (u/s), Sam Hiller, Emily Harvey (u/s), Heidi Ann O'Brien, Rohan Tickell January 2006 VOB format.  If you want to see Earl in London right now but can't... this video is the best quality overall that features him, and Rachel Barrell is a fantastic Christine - one of my favorites in the role. https://mega.nz/folder/u09GQKyR#gjNHj4Letd9YInTsuLowjA Gary Mauer, Elizabeth Southard, Jim Weitzer, Kim Stengel, John Jellison, DC Anderson, Patti Davidson-Gorbea, Kate Wray, John Whitney April 6, 2006; Dallas VOB format.  For my Eristine moots (I see you!): Gary Mauer and Elizabeth Southard were (and as far as I know, still are) married while performing as the Phantom and Christine, and you thought Ramin and Sierra's chemistry was off the charts, think again. https://mega.nz/folder/PtExxS5A#D4yyf2g_lXoN-cIDPkMU2Q Anthony Crivello, Kristi Holden, Andrew Ragone, Geena Jeffries Mattox, John Leslie Wolfe, Lawson Skala, Tina Walsh, Brianne Kelly Morgan, Larry Wayne Morbitt August 8, 2008; Las Vegas VOB format. This is the Las Vegas Spectacular production, which is abriged compared to the original but totally worth seeing. If you want to understand why I love Meg Giry so much, Brianne Kelly Morgan is one of the best I've ever seen in the role. Also, if you’re meh about Raoul... with Andrew Ragone, think again. He’s one of the most Superman/Clark Kent Raouls I’ve seen. And I really like Kristi Holden’s Leroux-esque Christine too.  https://mega.nz/folder/Sh1zxSAB#twtXau8Y8pd_L9tMQLa4Mg Jeremy Stolle (u/s), Samantha Hill, Greg Mills (u/s), Michele McConnell, Tim Jerome, Richard Poole (u/s), Ellen Harvey, Kara Klein, Christian Sebek March 9, 2013 VOB format. Missing part of Act 1 (‘Stranger Than You Dreamt It’ to Il Muto), but otherwise complete. This is one of the best trios I've seen on Broadway, and Samantha Hill is just a fantastic Christine overall. https://mega.nz/folder/y1slyJRD#OP1Tp5Cj_fMk9LbAWJMqAA Tomas Ambt Kofod, Sibylle Glosted, Christian Lund, Louise Fribo, Carl Christian Rasmussen, Sebastian Harris, Elisabeth Halling, Imogen-Lilly Ash, Rasmus Jupin March 2019; Copenhagen VOB format. This one is more recent, but given it's been uploaded on YouTube, I guess it's fine to gift it (again, if you’re the master and you want me to remove this, please let me know).This one has one of the best casts ever caught on tape. Seriously. Everyone in this is a star. https://mega.nz/folder/q40hTagI#Zui14MWo-F2YSQ0gNdaL6Q



Les Mis Audios

Colm Wilkinson, Roger Allam, Patti LuPone, Alun Armstrong, Sue Jane Tanner, Michael Ball, Frances Ruffele, Rebecca Caine, David Burt 1985; London Preview at the Barbican Centre. This is interesting since it includes Cosette's song "I Saw Him Once", which has been cut later.  https://www.mediafire.com/file/jbedqiemuk9qnd1/Les_Mis_West_End_1985_-_Wilkinson%252C_Allam.rar/file Symphonic recording (1989)  Gary Morris, Philip Quast, Debra Byrne, Michael Ball, Tracy Shayne, Kaho Shimada, Anthony Warlow, Barry James, Gay Soper https://www.mediafire.com/file/n7gp30jcpnjfkf7/Les_Miserables_Symphonic_Recording.rar/file Kyle Jean-Baptiste (u/s), Earl Carpenter, Erika Henningsen, Chris McCarrell, Samantha Hill, Brennyn Lark, Max Quinlan (u/s), Gavin Lee, Rachel Izen August 13, 2015; Broadway For Kyle Jean-Baptiste, who was an amazing performer gone way too soon. RIP. https://www.mediafire.com/file/fzj2qubunkrrfhc/Les_Mis_Broadway_13-08-2015_-_Jean-Baptiste%252C_Carpenter.rar/file John Owen-Jones, Michael Ball, Carrie Hope Fletcher, Craig Mather (u/s), Lily Kerhoas, Shan Ako, Bradley Jaden, Matt Lucas, Katy Secombe, Earl Carpenter October 16, 2019; London All-star concert! https://www.mediafire.com/file/nh28zdry93vhry2/Les_Mis_London_Concert_16-10-2019_-_Owen-Jones%252C_Ball.rar/file

Elisabeth das Musical

Original Cast Recording (1992) Pia Douwes, Uwe Kroeger, Ethan Freeman, Andreas Bieber, Viktor Gernot, Else Ludwig https://www.mediafire.com/file/fagi9ctooeq2y11/Elisabeth-Original_German_Cast.rar/file Vienna revival cast recording (2006)  Maya Hakvoort, Mate Kamaras, Serkan Kaya, André Bauer, Fritz Schmid, Else Ludwig https://www.mediafire.com/file/7wpqbotp8oszzz3/Elisabeth_-_2006_Vienna_Cast.rar/file



Sweeney Todd

2000 Concert Cast Recording George Hearn, Patti LuPone, Davis Gaines, Heidi Grant Murphy, Paul Plishka, Audra McDonald, Standford Olsen, Neil Patrick Harris, John Aler Pretty sure this isn't on Spotify, which is a real shame given its cast. So enjoy! EDIT: Someone pointed out to me that the recording is incomplete - probably a result of the Great Hardware Crash of 2016, so until I get the full version, this will probably stay incomplete. Sorry about that! https://www.mediafire.com/file/ywoiqe5bnlzr7bs/Sweeney_Todd_2000_New_York_Concert_Cast.rar/file

#phantom of the opera #les miserables #elisabeth das musical #sweeney todd #too many people to tag lol #audio gift #video gift #musical trading

[mothy-kaoru]

MEN IN BLACK

VAMPIRES AND MAGICIANS- O M G

Got really excited over musicals lately. I went to Saint Petersburg in December to see Bal Vampirov and a few weeks ago watched The Last Trial which made me overexcited about the theatres.

The Phantom Of The Opera which I've seen in February somewhere near Moscow didn't make such a great impact on me, but now I found another performer's version (monsieur Rostislav thank you 👁️👁️) and I'm absolutely in love

Now as I learn more about the fandom I'm really happy I made it in December to see such a masterpiece before it's over

Can't wait to see Monte Cristo this month and Countess de La Fére in May!! Omg

I might draw more soon, I've already got some new sketches!!

#fanart #digital art #art #my art #musical #the last trial #tanz der vampire #мюзикл #бал вампиров #последнее испытание #Кролок #Герберт #Рейстлин #count von krolock #herbert von krolock #raistlin #raistlin majere #ruslan gerasimenko #rostislav kolpakov #ivan ozhogin #Руслан Герасименко #Ростислав Колпаков #Иван Ожогин

[emeraldskulblaka]

Rules: Spell out your name or url with songs!

Thank you for tagging me, @curiouselleth (x) and @maellor (x) !

E - Empty Chairs at Empty Tables (Les Misérables)

M - Moscow (Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812)

E - Everything Else (Next to Normal)

R - Raindrops (Eurielle)

A - A Spoonful of Sugar (Mary Poppins)

L - Losing My Mind (Follies)

D - Dos Oroguitas (Encanto)

S - Star of Eärendil (The Lord of the Rings)

K - Kitsch (Elisabeth)

U - Under the Sea (The Little Mermaid)

L - Lord of Nothing (The Last Trial)

B - Blossoms (The Amazing Devil)

L - L'assasymphonie (Mozart l'Opéra Rock)

A - Angel of Music (The Phantom of the Opera)

K - Knoblauch (Tanz der Vampire)

A - All I've Ever Known (Hadestown)

Not tagging anyone, just say I tagged you if you feel like doing this! Can't remember who has already done it 😅

#tag game #tagged #curiouselleth #maellor

[indulgent-reader]

on Coil's ANS (2004)

from “Out of Time, Out of Place, Out of Spite”: Light and Music of Coil and Skryabin by me

The ANS is believed to be one of the first electronic synthesizers in history. It was created in 1957 by a Moscow State University engineer Yevgeny Murzin. The optic disc of the machine contained 144 sounds that came to simultaneous resonance, producing spectral sounds rather than sound waves.[1] Among the composers who worked with the instrument are Alfred Schnittke, Sofia Gubaidulina, and Eduard Artemyev, a Russian composer famous for his extensive collaboration with Tarkovsky.[2] The son of Eduard Artemyev, Artemiy, describes the machine in a letter: “Please, try to imagine a score sounding by itself without a conductor, [without an] orchestra [and] even without musical instruments. This magic is possible by using [the] musical synthesizer ANS. The ANS is an instrument with which a composer cannot only create but even draw his music without notes and orchestra.”[3] The process of music creation here is described as writing with light in a miraculous process of drawing the music rather than playing it.

The Coil’s box set ANS, which was first published in September 2004 by Threshold House, is made entirely on the ANS machine. They were accompanied with limited edition prints that allow us to glimpse into the way visual “scores” that were fed into the ANS looked like. The sounds we hear on the box set are not necessarily composed, as they do not follow any particular musical pattern — only a visual pattern of a graphic card that went into the synthesizer. In this way, music on ANS is spectral in how the music is generated, as it does not necessitate the presence of a composer — by itself, it can translate figments of images into musical phantoms.

[1] Andrey Smirnov and Lyubov Pchelkina, “Russian Pioneers of Sound Art in the 1920s,” in Red Cavalry: Creation and Power in Soviet Russia between 1917 and 1945 (Madrid: La Casa Encendida, 2011), 12.

[2] Smirnov and Pchelkina, 13.

[3] Martin Alejandro Fumarola, “The Russian ANS Synthesizer, Another Early Electronic Instrument,” Computer Music Journal 21, no. 2 (1997): 4.

#gay music #fashion and philosophy

[operafantomet]

THE PHANTOM'S RING: The ultimate photoset!

Hans Peter Janssens, Antwerp: Oval red stone in a narrow golden setting.

Peter Jorde, Copenhagen: Large square, faceted red stone in a golden setting.

Peter Jöback, Stockholm revival: Small flat black stone in a larger setting with chiseled sides.

Ivan Ozhogin, Moscow: Large big circular stone in a golden setting widening towards the stone.

Michael Crawford, original West End: Kite shaped faceted black stone in a chiseled golden setting.

Tomas Ambt Kofod, Copenhagen revival: Small, square black stone in a broad gold band ring.

Jonathan Roxmouth, Johannesburg: Small oval black or silvery stone in an ornamental silvery frame.

Thiago Arancam, Sao Paulo revival: Large oval faceted black stone in chiseled metallic setting.

A big pile of various rings in the West End!

Laird Mackintosh, Broadway: Large oval faceted black stone in chiseled metallic setting.

Hugh Panaro, Broadway: Probably as no. 10.

Marcus Lovett, Broadway: Circular, polished black stone in a golden setting.

John Martin Bengtsson, Copenhagen: Flat black stone in a broad gold band ring.

Laird Mackintosh, Broadway: same as no. 10.

Two different rings from West End: An oval, flat black stone in chiseled gold setting, and a smaller flat, black stone in a very rich silvery setting.

John Owen-Jones, West End: Small, flat and/or polished black stone in a gold setting.

He Liangchen, Shanghai: Circular small polished black stone in a square silvery setting.

Laird Mackintosh, Broadway: same as no. 10.

Cleyton Puliz, Sao Paulo revival: Faceted oval black stone in a richly ciseled metallic setting.

West End: Faceted black almost circular stone in a silvery setting with ornaments at the sides.

#for the person asking for cosplay reference #the phantom's ring #phantom of the opera #not tagging them all #erik the spook #costume design #maria bjørnson #i love the variations

[goalhofer]

Where every player played during the 2012-13 NHL lockout: Philadelphia

Czech Extraliga: Wayne Simmonds (Bílí Tygři Liberec) ECHL: Jason Akeson (Trenton Titans) EIHL: Tom Sestito (Sheffield Steelers) Liiga: Maxime Talbot (Ilves) OHL: Scott Laughton (Oshawa Generals) DEL: Daniel Brière (Eisbären Berlin) & Claude Giroux (Eisbären Berlin) Eishockey-Bundesliga: Bruno Gervais (Heilbronner Falken) & Wayne Simmonds (E.T.C. Crimmitschau) HockeyAllsvenskan: Nicklas Grossmann (Södertälje Sportklubb) & Matt Read (Södertälje Sportklubb) KHL: Ilya Bryzgalov (K.K. C.S.K.A. Moscow), Ruslan Fedotenko (K.K. Donbass Donetsk) & Jakub Voráček (H.K. Lev Praha) AHL: Jason Akeson (Adirondack Phantoms), Sean Couturier (Adirondack Phantoms), Erik Gustafsson (Adirondack Phantoms), Oliver Holton-Lauridsen (Adirondack Phantoms), Brandon Manning (Adirondack Phantoms), Tye McGinn (Adirondack Phantoms), Zac Rinaldo (Adirondack Phantoms), Jay Rosehill (Norfolk Admirals), Brayden Schenn (Adirondack Phantoms) & Harry Zolnierczyk (Adirondack Phantoms) Didn't Play: Braydon Coburn, Simon Gagné, Scott Hartnell, Mike Knuble, Andrej Meszároš, Luke Schenn & Kimmo Timonen

#Sports #Hockey #Hockey Goalies #NHL #Philadelphia Flyers #Czech Republic #New Jersey #U.K. #Finland #Canada #Ontario #Germany #Sweden #Russia #Ukraine #AHL #Lehigh Valley Phantoms #New York #Virginia