Quite simple. One of my favorite operas is Wagner’s Die Meistersinger von Nuernburg, which is probably Wagner’s most accessible work (no heavy philosophizing, no war between the gods, no teenagers having a clue on how to “get it on”.) It focused on life of the burghers (bourgeoisie) of ancient Nuremberg. One of the Sunday entertainments (after the Sunday (Lutheran) mass) was the meeting of the burghers (the majority of them being tradesmen) for a song contest, hence, meistersinger. Since my fist love was (and still is, to a lesser extent, nowadays) music (and I’m a better singer than I ever was a clarinetist (I’m no longer able to pick up the horn, no thanks to 1) the way carpal tunnel surgery screwed up my right wrist (and there was no way in hell I was going to let that surgeon screw up my left hand) and 2) after my dad died, over 30 years ago, I pretty much buried myself in my job, working in IT for a major library automation vendor, as I took no pleasure in anything (I still don’t, after all these years.). I still sing, but rarely, since I’m at that age there my voice is showing it’s age, and after all the misery I went through when the psychiatrist had me on antidepressants, i can now barely hear pitch, no thanks to tinnitus and increasing deafness (also due partly to working around pizza ovens when I delivered for Domino’s Pizza, Pizza Hut, and Papa John’s.)