I’m a novice at opera. I like to go, but I fall asleep. I love to wake up, because it’s always like a dream is being staged in front of me, and usually I was actually dreaming along with the music. I’ve done this, when I could get away with it, at just about every performance I’ve been to in the past 20 years.
You know what? Going to any performance still makes me nervous.
I know for a fact, though, that people are traveling from all over the east coast, and even from far afield. From the west coast and from Europe they are coming this summer to Glimmerglass for Lost in the Stars, Aida and The Music Man. Armide is the one I still have tickets for this summer, but every performance is guaranteed to, well, lull me to sleep… at some point. Not because I am not enthralled, but because, well, that’s just how it is with me. Sorry.