Opera is ridiculous. One night, I have a constant close-up of an incredibly-endowed woman’s exposed nipples, and another is packed with the gag-inducing stupidity and lovey-dovey total BS drama whose only competitor is telemundo’s telenovelas. Actually, they are almost all packed with that last bit. Most nights, eye rolls abound, and we occasionally have to restrain intense laughter at the nonsense of people’s declarations of what their love must mean and be able to do, or else what their rage and fury must now cause. Tonight was one of those nights.
And yet, it is such spectacular music, it is what I long to hear most evenings, as I am settling in at home for the evening. I feel as though most of the dramatic operas are best when the words are not understood. Otherwise, they are all just idiots, and you really don’t seem to mind at their dying (slash you kind of want them to hurry up and just die already).
Let us be clear here: I love opera. It is just painfully dramatic and ridiculous at times, that I just want to punch people and hit a fast-forward button, so that the stupidity will end already. I get enough of that in real life. Let’s not dwell on it so dumbly in our entertainment.
Have you ever seen the musical West Side Story? If you haven’t, go watch it. I hate it. It takes what was once for me a spectacularly and distantly comical situation of unreal reactions – Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare – and places them into a modern-day(-ish) setting, and makes it more real than one could ever want it to be. Seeing it tonight, I was disgusted by people. It is just like how I hate Elaine in the TV show Seinfeld – she reminds me too well of people who make me angry in life, people who seem to ruin everything. So, too, was my experience tonight. These people were, for me, the epitome of closed-minded, undereducated, and monocultural individuals in our world. Quite frankly, I wanted just to remove them all from the gene pool immediately, and lock them up in some way… it had me wonder if that was how the whole Australia situation started, because I found myself looking for a similar situation. You guys can go blow yourselves up on your own private little island, but you don’t get to be a part of the real world, because you just ruin everything with your behavior.
Anyway…, the music of West Side Story is spectacular, and I love it. Fortunately, I am already being able to disregard the story and to return to the music as I had known it before: splendidly fantastic. I was genuinely worried after the performance if I would be unable to enjoy the music ever again, because I now had such a horrible association through the actual show. However, I believe the association will be lost easily once I am finished sharing about the show (in less than a minute).
So, yeah. Go watch West Side Story. It’s good. It really is. It’s just a musification of what I believe is one of the worst parts of our current society… and, apparently, has been a terrible part of society for a long, long time (and quite possibly even in Shakespeare’s time, seeing as how he wrote the original scenario anyway… I always just thought he was making it up as a worst-case scenario on all fronts, not as though all the general stupidity was already taking place, but hadn’t ever been arranged in such a dramatic order.).
Tonight, we saw a Taiko performance, we wore kimono (again), I spoke Japanese, and I bowed some (with bows in return).
It was a spectacular night.
I am incredibly happy and grateful to be living in Houston (the most diverse city in the USA, with one in four people having been born abroad).
Hashtag diversity, divercity
To finish up the Easter, I share what my mom shared with me this morning.
‘Kay, go for your Easter Egg Hunt. There’s one egg. It’s hidden already.’
‘…Wha..?’ I frown at her.
She wiggles like a puppy that can’t sit still, and I know for sure that something is up, and that she’s about to break.
She laughs, and I know I’m getting it, whatever it is, now. ‘That’s what R- said. Because it’s April Fools, tell the kids, ‘Okay, kids. Go look for your Easter Eggs now!’ but don’t actually have any hidden.’
‘That’s terrible,’ I say as I join her laughter, shaking my head.
Happy Easter, and Happy April First!
P.S. Did you see John Legend and that gloriously surprising cast tonight? More importantly, did you HEAR them?! Check it out. It was fab. Jesus Christ Superstar Live 🙂
…I taught dance this weekend. It was utterly ridiculous in circumstance – 11 girls at noon on a Saturday, in the middle of their celebrating a bachelorette party weekend, and in an airbnb house that kind of looks like a drug house from the outside. I had met two of them at the rodeo, and I had offered to show them for free how to two-step (since they’re interns, and interns typically have minimal money), when they had asked where to learn it. I genuinely began the lesson by asking with what level of intoxication I was dealing, and they loved it. (Surprisingly, it was rather low, but they had just had a lazy start to the day, I guess, because mimosas were definitely happening.) By the end of it all, I was clear that it wasn’t about how well they all danced, but that they loved what they were now doing, thanks to me. And, to be fair, a good handful of them could actually two-step (and some even polka) decently as lead and follow by the end. And they could identify the difference between a two-step and a polka. Not bad for the middle of a bachelorette party weekend. 🙂
I really enjoyed it.
As I sit here, cringing at how people partner dance to this live country western music, I wonder what I must do that makes a master of that area of life cringe…
We went to an opera showcase tonight, and, as we commented on the style of box seats in the hall (or was it when I was listening to the host say something about Mozart?), I recalled the night I first saw “Die Zauberflöte” (“The Magic Flute”).
You see, it was a regular night in my life in Vienna, and I thought it would be nice to go see a show – that was kind of an incredibly easy thing to do while living there. I arrived to the theatre and purchased my ticket for the show using the fabulous discount that Austria offers to young adults and students, and headed toward the coat check. At this point, I recognized a friend of mine ahead of me, and called out his name. Apparently, we had both spontaneously decided to come to the show that night, and, with my having bought my ticket directly after he’d bought his, our seats were together. It was my first – and possibly only, actually – time in a box seat. The show was truly spectacular, and it was wonderful having someone to share the experience with me. When I later relayed the tale to my mom, we were utterly tickled by how crazy the whole thing was, especially with how snobby it could come across. ‘Oh, yes. I had spontaneously decided to attend an opera one night, ran into a friend upon arrival, and we enjoyed the wonderful show together from our box seats.’ 😛