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Day 362. Oh, what a night.
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Jun. 13th, 2009 | 04:38 pm
I'm posting this now, to be added to later.
We're having an art day! And I'm having a stress day. Trying to pick classes.
Altho the art day part is full of beautiful assemblage and collage and awesomeness and cute doll heads.
Along with some Opera: http://sfopera.com/o/275.asp
Which is why I'll be out late tonight, and why I'm really excited! Opera singing is an amazing feat of lung power and skill. I love it. The power of music, muscle, and voice is amazing.
So, future update in this space, after I have seen my first live opera!
Update:
Yeah, um, the Opera is amazing. It also ends very late at night. It nearly made me cry but I managed to keep it together much better than when I saw Up. Only because crying = nose running = blowing nose = make a lot of noise in a very quiet theater (except that poor lady whose cell phone started ringing Right At The Saddest Part).
At the Opera house in San Francisco we saw La Traviata, set in the 1920s Jazz era. Which essentially meant that while we were waaaay up in the balcony (like, up about five flights of stairs), we could see tiaras and dresses sparkle. Even though I knew the story, having read the synopsis, the actors, the singing, the set, the clothes, pulls you from the your seat four rows down from the very top into a story of love and devotion and sadness.
Someday, I'm totally sitting in the box seats.
We're having an art day! And I'm having a stress day. Trying to pick classes.
Altho the art day part is full of beautiful assemblage and collage and awesomeness and cute doll heads.
Along with some Opera: http://sfopera.com/o/275.asp
Which is why I'll be out late tonight, and why I'm really excited! Opera singing is an amazing feat of lung power and skill. I love it. The power of music, muscle, and voice is amazing.
So, future update in this space, after I have seen my first live opera!
Update:
Yeah, um, the Opera is amazing. It also ends very late at night. It nearly made me cry but I managed to keep it together much better than when I saw Up. Only because crying = nose running = blowing nose = make a lot of noise in a very quiet theater (except that poor lady whose cell phone started ringing Right At The Saddest Part).
At the Opera house in San Francisco we saw La Traviata, set in the 1920s Jazz era. Which essentially meant that while we were waaaay up in the balcony (like, up about five flights of stairs), we could see tiaras and dresses sparkle. Even though I knew the story, having read the synopsis, the actors, the singing, the set, the clothes, pulls you from the your seat four rows down from the very top into a story of love and devotion and sadness.
Someday, I'm totally sitting in the box seats.