musicLike when
Peter Boyle died, somehow
Luciano Pavarotti's death seems unbelievable. Who will be Pavarotti now?
I don't know a lot about opera, I'm getting there, but such beauty and tradition and warmth and goosebumps he gave in his art...You know when you watch/hear something you literally don't understand and yet understand deeply?
My life with opera music began long ago when I watched
Fatal Attraction, a movie not for kids but hey I turned out just fine. In the movie, Michael Douglas was with Glenn Close and one or both of them said "I love Madame Butterfly." Years later I was at the antique book/music store in DuPont Circle in DC with other brand-new Howard University freshmen (Sona, Moe, Funmi, and Alicia?) and saw a CD with
Puccini: Madame Butterfly - Highlights. The movie people loved this music? Good enough for me. I bought it and have listened a gazillion times since.
I didn't actually go to watch an opera until last year. I saw
La Traviata (Futral, Calleja) at the LA Opera, because in
Match Point (great movie), Jonathan Rhys-Myers' on-screen brother-in-law delivered the line: it's La-bloody-Traviata.
Beautiful, beautiful, was Traviata - not just the robust voices and the cheesy, simple story line, but definitely the highly stylized acting. The artists communicate so much in the exaggerated poses, the light-and-colour changes, and the actors' painted faces that you don't really need to follow the translations to know belle from prostitute, or love-struck from power-hungry, and ultimately to cry when - all at once - a thousand and one memories soar to the top of your mind on one drawn-out high note, crashing in one rapturous truth - a wave against rock. Lesson learned, opera done, you whisper your thanks and go home. (Maybe you wish you could be the one in make-up serving up drama.)
Soon after, I took a friend to
Don Carlo - he loved it a lot more than I did. Another friend thinks I should try Wagner. I'll like to see a couple of more Verdi, and of course Butterfly.
Now let me tell you about the people-watching at the opera: rich people, funny fashion sense - that's the basic idea. It beats reading tabloid magazines. Opera houses are often ornate and spectacular, if a little stuffy/snooty and intimidating.
Ask me or call the opera for suggestions if you're poor :) but interested in watching a show or two. Fortunately, you can access the arts on a limited budget if you know where to look. Caltech even has an Opera Club which gives away cheap or free tickets. When you're rich, be cool and sponsor the arts too.
Pavarotti is dead. I dreamt about him once: a benign conflation of The Three Tenors and a
bizarre movie trailer in which black men tended large babies. I was probably listening to Rigoletto (Milnes, Pavarotti, Sutherland) a lot at the time.
Read a soothing
tribute to Luciano Pavarotti in Time Magazine.
There will never ever be another you.
