lac Opera
This weekend Legal Counsel and I went to our very first opera. We're like the Howells! Except we're not rich...or old...or stuck on an island with my Roy Hinkley*. I guess we're nothing like the Howells. But we did get to wear nice clothes and pretend to be classy. So classy, in fact, that I should wear this shirt.
We saw Mozart's "The Marriage of Figaro," thanks to some free tickets from the Arizona Opera Company. Thanks, Arizona Opera Company! I'm not sure why they give med students free tickets, but if they're looking for free healthcare they can guess again. Take it to the Red Cross, Scarlatti. But here's a little return on the favor: your name shares an acronym with Advanced Ovarian Cancer. So, uh, you might want to change that.
It was an opera comedy, or operady. There were some funny comments and funny moments. The monologue about how husbands shouldn't trust their wives was good, especially when you find out that his wife was totally faithful. The horny teenager character was also amusing. And the music was good. All in all, I enjoyed it. Worth every penny.
Here are some random thoughts on the opera experience:
They translated the italian on a projected screen above the stage. I'm glad they had subtitles, because otherwise I would have made up my own dialogue. And I don't think Mozart intended for his opera to be interpreted in a manner which involved the CIA conspiring with alien cyborgs to spare the US & A at the expense of the rest of Earth
The theatre smelled like old people: mothballs and Werther's Originals. But they were rich old people, so there was a hint of expensive brandy and contempt.
My greatest hope for the opera was that I'd hear a song from old Bugs Bunny cartoons. Maybe next time...sniffle.
When they started playing the overture I immediately thought, "That's the song Willy Wonka played to open his musical lock!" Then I thought, "But this opera was written by Mozart, and Mike Teavee's mom said it was Rachmaninoff." Then I thought, "But that would fit with the movies theme of mocking the horrible children and their equally horrible parents." And by the time I finished that train of thought, it was already half way through the third act. And I had a hard time figuring out what I missed.
The guy with peanuts and cotton candy never showed up...
In conclusion: go see an opera if you've got the chance. You bums** are probably more into Springer than Sprechgesang, but give it a shot would ya? It might help you write that Springer musical you've always dreamed of. Oops, too late.
* a personal hero of mine
** a good-natured joke. I have no doubt you're all much classier than myself.
PS - if you understand the pun I was trying to make with the title, you're a bigger nerd than me. and I commend you
We saw Mozart's "The Marriage of Figaro," thanks to some free tickets from the Arizona Opera Company. Thanks, Arizona Opera Company! I'm not sure why they give med students free tickets, but if they're looking for free healthcare they can guess again. Take it to the Red Cross, Scarlatti. But here's a little return on the favor: your name shares an acronym with Advanced Ovarian Cancer. So, uh, you might want to change that.
It was an opera comedy, or operady. There were some funny comments and funny moments. The monologue about how husbands shouldn't trust their wives was good, especially when you find out that his wife was totally faithful. The horny teenager character was also amusing. And the music was good. All in all, I enjoyed it. Worth every penny.
Here are some random thoughts on the opera experience:
They translated the italian on a projected screen above the stage. I'm glad they had subtitles, because otherwise I would have made up my own dialogue. And I don't think Mozart intended for his opera to be interpreted in a manner which involved the CIA conspiring with alien cyborgs to spare the US & A at the expense of the rest of Earth
The theatre smelled like old people: mothballs and Werther's Originals. But they were rich old people, so there was a hint of expensive brandy and contempt.
My greatest hope for the opera was that I'd hear a song from old Bugs Bunny cartoons. Maybe next time...sniffle.
When they started playing the overture I immediately thought, "That's the song Willy Wonka played to open his musical lock!" Then I thought, "But this opera was written by Mozart, and Mike Teavee's mom said it was Rachmaninoff." Then I thought, "But that would fit with the movies theme of mocking the horrible children and their equally horrible parents." And by the time I finished that train of thought, it was already half way through the third act. And I had a hard time figuring out what I missed.
The guy with peanuts and cotton candy never showed up...
In conclusion: go see an opera if you've got the chance. You bums** are probably more into Springer than Sprechgesang, but give it a shot would ya? It might help you write that Springer musical you've always dreamed of. Oops, too late.
* a personal hero of mine
** a good-natured joke. I have no doubt you're all much classier than myself.
PS - if you understand the pun I was trying to make with the title, you're a bigger nerd than me. and I commend you
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