Rule #28 – An author must continue to learn.
You regular readers may have guessed that I really like
music. It is a language all on its own. I enjoy almost all forms of music, even
some rap. Once you get through the killer bass and blowing out of your woofers,
sometimes there is some nice poetry buried in the noise. Most heavy metal is
psychotic screaming to me, but there are a few tunes that get my toes tapping
and feet moving. Let’s not forget the Big Bands and crooners.
Yes, I even like classical music and some opera music.
When I was teaching – seems like a thousand years ago – I
used opera music as a deterrent. I also managed to honk off a few chorus
teachers in the process. My thoughts were that the kids I taught liked rap and
heavy metal. Classical music was painful to their ears. Opera, with high
soprano arias, was even more so. To top it off, my singing along with opera,
with high soprano arias, was the ultimate in torture. Detention equaled torture
in their minds. Is there a better way to spend detention in my class, than to
listen to Pavarotti’s favorite arias, with me singing along at the top of my
lungs? I made sure the kids in all classes – all 12 classes of them at the end
of my career – knew what they were in for if they crossed the line. There was
always one or two who managed to earn a detention with me early in the year.
The serenade was… well, I’m no music critic. But I must say that word got out
and detentions with me in my classroom were few and far between. Most “frequent
flyers” chose to ditch my detentions and rack up a few administrative
detentions. The knuckleheads forgot that the next step was suspension. Dug
their own hole, they did.
Anyway, opera worked. A few even enjoyed the music. Now I’m
not sure if they were brown-nosing, but some kids actually asked about the
operas involved. They remembered some of the music from TV commercials.
Up until recently, my only exposure to opera was on public
television. Never saw one in person until a few summers ago. My cousin, who is
an opera aficionado, suggested we see an updated comedy at Wolf Trap Barn. Yes,
it was sung in Italian, and yes, the translation was running on a board above
the scene. And yes, the music was magnificent. Yes, the story was funny. Yes, I
could understand it. No one died, but it was still an opera.
This is one event that Hub was not into joining me. He
couldn’t see why it should take someone five minutes to sing about how they
have to use the bathroom. Guess it just didn’t make sense to him. We agreed to
disagree on this subject.
The next operas my cousin and I saw were one act operas.
Both had the leads died in the shows. One, however, had the main character sing
almost the entire act. My throat hurt just imagining how she got through this.
Singing at this level has to be cardio exercises to the max. I was at once
amazed, awe-struck, and jealous of the singers. They had a talent I could only
envy.
Recently, my cousin invited me to join her and a few of my
late aunt’s friends for an afternoon at the Met. Hmmmmm… says I. The
Metropolitan Opera is in New York.
Are we talking field trip? No, but the Met does have a “Live in HD” monthly
event shown at certain movie theaters world wide. We went to a neighboring
town, to the movie theater, and watched a live performance of “Francesca di
Rimini”. It turned out to be a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
Now the plot of the opera is pretty standard. Girl meets
boy. Boy snows girl. Girl marries his brother. Girl and boy are still in love
and start messing around. Youngest brother has the hots for girl, too. Youngest
brother snitches to Hubby. Hubby gets honked off and kills girl and boy. Sounds
like “My Three Sons” meets “Pretty Little Liars”. In between, there is some war
stuff, and ladies gossiping.
The production, though, was not what I expected. “Live at
the Met” had little down time between acts. Act 1 ended and the cameras went
back stage. The head of scene construction was interviewed. You watched the
crew construct a massive tower and put all the components together in 15
minutes. It was quite the choreography. The mistress of ceremonies also
interviewed the principal female lead. She ducked out of character for a few
minutes to discuss her love of this piece, in particular. The male principal
leads were interviewed between acts 2 and 3 and 3 and 4. The costume designer
was interviewed. The conductor was, too. So much to learn about staging this
opera in only 4 hours!
Photo from "Francesca di Rimini" Met Review by Lev Sviridov, Policymic.com |
Turns out, this opera hasn’t been staged at the Met for
almost 30 years. All the scenery and costumes were stored in a freight
container at a storage facility in Newark, New
Jersey. When they opened the container after all
those years… well, let’s just say that there was some restoring to be done to
scenery and costumes alike. It was fascinating to hear the crew chiefs talk
about what it took to bring these items back to usable glory. The costumes had
so much intricate embroidery on heavy velvets. They were gorgeous and I’m sure
fixing them up was labor intensive. I was just so glad I didn’t have to wear
one of those costumes under heavy lighting.
The “HD” set up allowed us to get close to the faces of the
singer/actors. We were personal with the performers; where on the larger stage,
we would not have seen such emotion up close.
Toward the end was the “mandatory” commercial about next
season’s operas. My cousin and I made plans to see a few of them. There was one
in particular she wanted to attend. Turns out she knows one of the supporting
singers. She wants to see him in action again.
I can file this adventure under “Who knew?” Who knew I’d add
opera to my list of favorite things to do? There is so much to look forward
to…so much to learn.
Forward! Must have more opera… must have more opera…
Self, make it so.