My 7yr old daughter attends classes run by Scottish Opera, every Saturday. They just sings songs, do some arts & crafts, learn some Italian vocab, a bit of drama, etc. So, my husband go to their production studios every Saturday and wait for her in the cafe. You'd think we were opera fans and that's why we got our daughter involved at such an early age. But, no. We all love music. I heard about the class, so decided to give it a go and she fitted in right away. We'd never been to an opera until the end of last year. It was a brand new one, 'The Elephant Angel', written and performed by Scottish Opera. It was short and aimed at families, so we all went and had a great time. The set was fantastic, as were the costumes and the singing. As for the music, well it wasn't really my cup of tea, but it wasn't awful and didn't distract me from my enjoyment.
So, I decided that my husband and I should try an adult opera. We booked tickets for 'A Midummer Night's Dream', being performed by the students at the Conservatoire here, in conjunction with Scottish Opera. If anything, I expected a spectacle. But, the set was totally weird. There were a couple of wooden boxes, which were used like bunk beds. There was no indication that the drama was happening in a forest. The costumes were nice enough, but not really how I imagined they'd be and not elaborate (I've been in Scottish Opera's costume dept and most of them are fantastic). But, the 'music' was strange. There were no distinct songs and no melody to speak of. The notes made no sense. They were just up and down, all over the place, not in a way that could be described as 'tuneful'. Some of the score was atmospheric, but when the singing started I was just confused by why he had chosen this note instead of that, etc. The performances were very good and I could see that they were great actors and singers, but their raw material, i.e. Benjamin Britten's composition, was mournful. The 3rd act was funny and I enjoyed it very much, but after 3 hours of that nonsense, I was glad to get out. The one consolation is that I don't have the music playing in my head over and over, as nothing was memorable enough for that.
Anyway, I've been to loads of musicals and, at the interval, people tend to have smiles on their faces and ladies have a chat in the toilets about it. There was complete silence in the ladies, but I'm not sure if that was because of the make up of the audience or if they were all stunned. I'm wondering if this is the norm with operas, or if we were just at a particularly bad example of one. My husband says he'll never go to another.
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