The death of Russian baritone Dmitri Hvorostovsky was announced a couple of hours ago. It’s no secret that he had been suffering from brain cancer for some time but, still, 55 is far too young. I’ll remember him for one of the oddest recitals I’ve ever been to. Not that his performance was odd, rather it was excellent, but because his “fan club”, which appeared to be made up of Russian women of a certain age, were the noisiest people I have ever seen in Koerner Hall, on or off stage.
I’ll also remember him for the recording of Tchaikovsky’s Eugene Onegin which may well be the very best to come out of the Met HD series. He had an interesting and not unproblematic life. You can read all about it in Anthony Tommasini’s thoughtful obituary in the New York Times.