Joyce DiDonato kicked off a new season at the Wigmore last night, singing a blend of Vivaldi, Chausson, Turina, Copeland, and Gershwin that offered enough variety to appease even the most raging case of ADD. She sang well, not surprisingly, and expanded her legacy of charisma with some charming patter and a good-spirited zinger having to do with Judy Garland and her minions. The mezzo is one of many fine performers penciled in for an almost unbelievably good Wigmore season. The phrase spoiled for choice comes to mind. Check here if you don't believe me.