Saturday finds me realizing this has been a week comprising mainly two things: work and opera. In a first for me, I made two trips to Lincoln Center this week to enjoy complimentary tickets to the Metropolitan Opera. I’ve come to the realization that if I don’t plan to live in New York City forever, I should take advantage of things the city offers, and one of those things is a world-class opera house. And when the tickets are free–courtesy of my roommate Jordan–that much the better.
Learning to enjoy the opera more has been a side-benefit of living in Manhattan. Having strongly favored orchestral music in the past, playing in the pit in a few operas in college helped me to appreciate the genre a bit more, but it wasn’t until I moved here and made friends with several vocalists that the world began to open up to me. That being said, I hope never to become that sort of freakish opera buff I overheard in Patelson’s the other week. The kind that says things like, “Bartoli is to mezzo as Pavarotti is to tenor. That woman is a machine, but a machine with feeling.” Or, “The Zeffirelli production is creative, but it lacks the raw power and nuance of the staging I saw in the 70s.”
In between the opera, I’ve been working on the Labor and Delivery floor, placing epidurals for labor and doing anesthesia for cesarian sections. This is my third call in a six-day period. When I don’t get home before midnight from the opera, needless to say it’s been a tiring week.
The shows this week included Puccini’s Madama Butterfly and Verdi’s La Traviata. Good, solid Italian opera. Given that I have a few remarks for each, and given that I’d like to avoid a monstrously long post, I think I’ll post retroactively on each of those.
The new feature the title of this post alludes to is the tab at the top in which I offer a short review of the various cultural experiences I take in. A bit indulgent and supercilious, I know, but the obsessive-compulsive part of me likes to make lists.