Friday, April 22
Speaking of Irrelevant!
Opera. Blogging. Being a homosexual.
Bye! LOL.
Just kidding, sorta. Obviously I hate opera. Obviously I don't have time for blogging, x-specially when so many other people are doing it with so much more frequency and dependability. And obviously faggots should have their feeding tubes removed.
Come on folks. Time to move on. The other day Speight Jenkins, General Manager of the Seattle Opera, said that he thought it unfortunate that today's young singers are taught to sing correctly and accurately. He said that he casts shows only with interesting voices—"3 AM voices." That is, if one is awakened by the voice at 3 AM, one should be able to tell right away exactly whose voice it is. Cute, huh?
Tell me, does anyone want to be awakened at 3 AM by the voices of Andrea Gruber or Jane Eaglen?
You see, opera must die. It's a mockery of nearly every value it purports to uphold. Now, I'm not a traditionalist by any stretch of the imagination, but gimme a break. No standards or benchmarks of acheivement for a singer trying to make it in the business? Being completely at the whim of the nebulous tastes of artistic directors and general managers whose experience in opera is confined to carpentry and writing news articles? What's the point? Audiences are shrinking, ticket sales are dwindling, and opera houses are groping for more and more outlandish ways to draw people in.
Oh, here's a good idea: when all else fails, build an expensive new opera house that you can't pay for.
Bye! LOL.
Just kidding, sorta. Obviously I hate opera. Obviously I don't have time for blogging, x-specially when so many other people are doing it with so much more frequency and dependability. And obviously faggots should have their feeding tubes removed.
Come on folks. Time to move on. The other day Speight Jenkins, General Manager of the Seattle Opera, said that he thought it unfortunate that today's young singers are taught to sing correctly and accurately. He said that he casts shows only with interesting voices—"3 AM voices." That is, if one is awakened by the voice at 3 AM, one should be able to tell right away exactly whose voice it is. Cute, huh?
Tell me, does anyone want to be awakened at 3 AM by the voices of Andrea Gruber or Jane Eaglen?
You see, opera must die. It's a mockery of nearly every value it purports to uphold. Now, I'm not a traditionalist by any stretch of the imagination, but gimme a break. No standards or benchmarks of acheivement for a singer trying to make it in the business? Being completely at the whim of the nebulous tastes of artistic directors and general managers whose experience in opera is confined to carpentry and writing news articles? What's the point? Audiences are shrinking, ticket sales are dwindling, and opera houses are groping for more and more outlandish ways to draw people in.
Oh, here's a good idea: when all else fails, build an expensive new opera house that you can't pay for.
