Alan D
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Posted: June 14 2008, 13:13 |
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Years and years ago I made a really big effort to enjoy opera. I was successful with Wagner, and I was successful with Puccini, but made almost no headway with anything else. In fact, I found most opera to be almost unbearable to listen to. So I moved on.
But a few months ago I heard a bit of Massenet's opera Cendrillon (Cinderella) and thought it sounded surprisingly lovely, so I started digging into other late nineteenth century French operas, and found myself shocked by how much I was now able to enjoy them - shocked partly because I'd allowed my prejudice to blind me for so long, but also shocked by the stunning quality of the music, which is so very, very French, and like nothing else I know. All this exploration was through recordings of course.
Well, a couple of days ago I discovered that Gounod's Romeo and Juliette was on at the Lowry Centre at Salford Quays, performed by Opera North. I'd already missed the first performance, but they were doing it again (for the final time) last night, so I took the plunge. It was just fabulous. Three hours may sound like a long time, but it just whizzed by in a brilliant lyrical outpouring of music that leaves me aching for more. It's a long time since I went to an opera, so I didn't know that these days there are screens with English subtitles - very unobtrusive, but clearly visible even from the most distant, cheapest seats (like ours! ), and just a glance whenever necessary is enough to understand completely what's going on.
It was alarming to see how many empty seats there were. Opera has had a bad press for so long (for various reasons) that I can understand why people would stay away; and yet I was astonished by how easy it was to enjoy this. There was nothing highbrow, nothing snooty about it. The subtitle screens mean you don't actually need to know anything about the plot beforehand. It wasn't even expensive - tickets only cost half as much as the last Dylan show I went to. But I fear for the future of such things with so many empty seats.
But the main reason I'm posting this, apart from the pleasure of just chatting about something I enjoyed, is that, gloriously, you never can tell what may lie around the next corner. Things can and do happen that shake our prejudices - and suddenly this vast landscape of new music has opened up which at the moment seems inexhaustible, and which just a year ago was an entirely closed book. The moral seems to be: never write anything off, once and for all. Always keep an open mind. You never know how you may change.
Now, where's my Amarok CD?
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