Okay, I wrote once and blogged twice. This post of interest, I hope, to readers of both blogs.
I’ll admit it. I’m a bit afraid of the opera. I want to like it. I like the music, the pageantry, the concept of it. I love the idea of dressing for the opera. I feel like I’m supposed to like it.
But, I always feel a bit, well, dumb when I think about the opera. Funny, because my first opera experience–at the Metropolitan Opera in NYC, back in the day before the translations scrolled above the stage–included a pre-performance conversation with a friend’s professor who told us the story (The Magic Flute with Red Buttons of all people, if I remember correctly), prepped us, and accompanied us. And, I loved it.
Flash forward a decade to Chicago, home of the Lyric Opera. All I really knew about the Lyric was that it may have been the model for the opera house in Orson Welles’s Citizen Kane and…
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