Hedda Gabler - Alternate Productions, Tribute and Parody

Alternate Productions, Tribute and Parody

An operatic adaptation of the play has been produced by Shanghai's Hangzhou XiaoBaiHua Yue Opera House.

An adaptation with a lesbian relationship was staged in Philadelphia in 2009 by Mauckingbird Theatre Company.

A turkey living in Morningside Park, New York City, was named Hedda Gobbler.

A prostitute in the feature film Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story is named Hedda Gobbler.

The 2009 album Until the Earth Begins to Part by Scottish folk indie-rock band Broken Records features a song, "If Eilert Løvborg Wrote A Song, It Would Sound Like This".

John Cale, Welsh musician and founder of American rock band The Velvet Underground, recorded a song "Hedda Gabler" in 1976, included originally on the 1977 EP Animal Justice (now a bonus track on the CD of the album Sabotage). He performed the song live in London (5 March 2010) with a band and a 19 piece orchestra in his Paris 1919 tour. The song was covered by the British neofolk band Sol Invictus for the 1995 compilation Im Blutfeuer (Cthulhu Records) and later included as a bonus track on the 2011 reissue of the Sol Invictus album In The Rain.

The Norwegian hard-rock band Black Debbath recorded the song "Mötorhedda Gabler" on their Ibsen-inspired album Naar Vi Døde Rocker ("When We Dead Rock").

The original play Heddatron by Elizabeth Meriwether melds Hedda Gabler with a modern family’s search for love despite the invasion of technology into everyday life.

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