This post is dedicated to Z - a really good person.
i remember very well - when we first made contact.
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Having bought a solitary ticket - which was pricey I might add and in the good seats -
I now am planning to see La Boheme on Saturday night.
To prepare myself in the best way I can - I first reached for my The New Grove Book of Operas.
After two minutes I closed the book - since it was hard reading.
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I then turned to the legion of newspaper articles that my live-in legal partner provided me with
and sought help there:
~Key to 'Boheme' is letting tradional tale shine through.
another headline reads
~Paris without the kinks
hmmm....
~Catch this one if you can
The last one was a review - which I will read after the fact so that I can form
my own opinion.
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Now I know what I am going to do to prepare myself for the first official act in my new
life.
nothing
But I will put on a nice pair of jeans and something I have been saving for an occasion like
this - and just go and enjoy it all.
I will soak up the atmosphere - of artistic and unbridled talent - and thrill to it all.
and to think that some will not part with their money to support the arts
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and if I'm lucky - I might get into a discussion at one of the two intermissions with a Liberal.
12 comments:
JEAN TO THE OPERA? GASP! Ah, well.......is it on a grassy outdoor theater or a nice opera hall?
Well, whatever, I'm absolutely delighted you're going and I really do think you will love it.
SOme of the arias are breathtakingly beautiful and if you're lucky, the production will include snow falling in at least one of the outdoor scenes (the cafe scene, hopefully)
Let me know...and thanks for the dedication.
Instead of discussing politics at the intermission, I'd want to find a person who was loving the opera, or hating it, and have a great talk about it.
I picture you like Cher's mother in MOONSTRUCK, maybe you'll pick up a nice guy who wants to have a glass of wine afterwards :-)
Whatever you do, have a really great time and enjoy the beautiful music. My cats were named Marcelle and Musetta...you'll see why!
....the revolt of the masses.
Watch out Jose Ortega y Gasset, Sue's on her way to the opera! ;)
What can I say, Sue. High culture is definitely on it's way out the door... and it started long before "la Boheme" debuted.
We are the 99%.
Z - You are welcome.
It will take place in a nice opera hall.
I will take your advice and instead of talking politics I will most likely hang out by myself - observing others who are with someone. :)
I will definitely let you know how it goes - and will check out the snow scene.
and Z - I've never seen Moonstruck and I resent the insinuation that I am old enough to be Cher's mother. :)
La Nuvo vie boheme. 3 penny opera for everyone!
and I know - dear Z - that I mentioned in your food blog that I do not even taste of alcohol these days.
perhaps they will have fruit juice
as for picking up anyone - that will not happen for my heart is already spoken for...
geeez you guys - won't you even allow me a night out?
Sorry. Enjoy your night out. Just don't go with the expectation of experiencing the "whole Magillah" of high culture.
You know what Speedy - I have no expectations out of life.
My only goal each day:
is to get up
do something
then go to bed
and wake up each moring in the hope of seeing the new dawn of the day
pretty good huh
Rosy fingered Dawn...
I love her dearly. If it weren't for her, there would be no numbers.
And where would we all be without numbers? ;)
Aeschylus, "Prometheus Bound"
Think not that I for pride and stubbornness
Am silent: rather is my heart the prey
Of gnawing thoughts, both for the past, and now
Seeing myself by vengeance buffeted.
For to these younger Gods their precedence
Who severally determined if not I?
No more of that: I should but weary you
With things ye know; but listen to the tale
Of human sufferings, and how at first
Senseless as beasts I gave men sense, possessed them
Of mind. I speak not in contempt of man;
I do but tell of good gifts I conferred.
In the beginning, seeing they saw amiss,
And hearing heard not, but, like phantoms huddled
In dreams, the perplexed story of their days
Confounded; knowing neither timber-work
Nor brick-built dwellings basking in the light,
But dug for themselves holes, wherein like ants,
That hardly may contend against a breath,
They dwelt in burrows of their unsunned caves.
Neither of winter's cold had they fixed sign,
Nor of the spring when she comes decked with flowers,
Nor yet of summer's heat with melting fruits
Sure token: but utterly without knowledge
Moiled, until I the rising of the stars
Showed them, and when they set, though much obscure.
Moreover, number, the most excellent
Of all inventions, I for them devised,
And gave them writing that retaineth all,
The serviceable mother of the Muse.
I was the first that yoked unmanaged beasts,
To serve as slaves with collar and with pack,
And take upon themselves, to man's relief,
The heaviest labour of his hands: and
Tamed to the rein and drove in wheeled cars
The horse, of sumptuous pride the ornament.
And those sea-wanderers with the wings of cloth,
The shipman's waggons, none but I contrived.
These manifold inventions for mankind
I perfected, who, out upon't, have none-
No, not one shift-to rid me of this shame.
just have fun; I don't mean I expect you to get picked up, for pete's sake...just trying to have a little fun here.
have a great time.......go with the punches and I know you'll enjoy the music.
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