I could never attend too many performances of Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana. This was my third, and as always I left hungry for more. The songs rut with the passions of life: nature, sex, alcohol, and love. All sandwiched in by fickle Fate. Duane Wolfe’s conducting felt a little too reserved to begin with, but it caught fire eventually. The solo singers added marvelous theatrics to their performances, which really enhances the humor of the work. Hearing the full choir and children’s choir belt out O Foruna is worth the price of admission by itself.