The technical perils of blogging are revealing themselves to this newbie only gradually. Which is to say I just spent more than two hours tallying impressions of Rachel Portman’s The Little Prince in its Saturday afternoon premiere. One false click, and it all disappeared without a trace.

No way I’m going to try reconstructing at this late hour, and besides, I’m too damned frustrated. (Short version: I love this show, I would have sat through it again right then and there, the cast is outstanding, the production is eye-popping, the orchestra outdoes itself, grown-ups and kids will both find something to enjoy, and I’m altogether likely a sentimental fool — so just go.)

Anne Midgette’s New York Times insta-review is here. And while Anne demonstrates her usual penetrating insight, I must reiterate that I obviously liked this show a lot more than she did. But for now, you’ll just have to take that on faith. (And no way can I talk about tonight’s excellent Ligeti Koh-motion at Miller Theatre in this state.)

Crap.