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Soooo. Do you guys think it's crazy to spend seventy-five dollars on an orchestra seat for an opera? That I'll be attending alone? :s The opera no one wants to go to is Fidelio. It looks sogood. Wah!
I mentioned the week before last that I went to a punk show on the Thursday and the opera on Saturday. The punk show was at a notoriously disgusting venue, as punk shows so often are, but it was $10 for four bands and some skateboarding. In this economy, go punk: fantastic dollar value! We went for the headliner, but were surprised to find another great local band on the bill. Unfortunately, the other two bands weren't as satisfying. One was a group of newbs who were playing their BIGGEST SHOW EVAR! The other was a bunch of drunk-ass, shirtless nineteen-year-olds who couldn't quite figure out how to mic the brass section. Oh punk.
Highlight of the night (or possibly lowlight, either way, I laughed): having to share the bathroom with a group of girls so drunk they'd lost the ability to operate toilets. One of them screamed desperately from her stall, "There's no paper! No paper! I'm using the stuff from the floor." I wanted to run over and hand her some fresh paper, but unfortunately I was occupied at the time. I left my stall just in time to see her crawling under the door of hers. Why? "I locked myself in."
Yeah.
The opera was Rusalka, which is sort of opera's answer to The Little Mermaid. Think Hans Christian Andersen but sadder. The show was actually part of an under thirties only package deal. For seventy-five we had a four course meal at Vertical, a talk on the production, and a Q&A with one of the performers. In addition to the opera itself. A very good time was had by all. The meal was themed to the opera, with lots of Czech-inspired flavours.
The seats were bad. Really - bad. But the production was good, all stark minimalism in the human world, and lush, danger in the forest. They had a small pool of water on the stage for effect, but rather than building a forest and lake set, they did it all with lighting. They used the rotating stage to great effect. Sometimes it was literally claustrophobic, with the walls closing in on performers, and other times it turned slowly, letting us check in on all their individual miseries, one by one.
Highlight of the night: mango-raspberry tart with chocolate. Om freaking nom nom.
I mentioned the week before last that I went to a punk show on the Thursday and the opera on Saturday. The punk show was at a notoriously disgusting venue, as punk shows so often are, but it was $10 for four bands and some skateboarding. In this economy, go punk: fantastic dollar value! We went for the headliner, but were surprised to find another great local band on the bill. Unfortunately, the other two bands weren't as satisfying. One was a group of newbs who were playing their BIGGEST SHOW EVAR! The other was a bunch of drunk-ass, shirtless nineteen-year-olds who couldn't quite figure out how to mic the brass section. Oh punk.
Highlight of the night (or possibly lowlight, either way, I laughed): having to share the bathroom with a group of girls so drunk they'd lost the ability to operate toilets. One of them screamed desperately from her stall, "There's no paper! No paper! I'm using the stuff from the floor." I wanted to run over and hand her some fresh paper, but unfortunately I was occupied at the time. I left my stall just in time to see her crawling under the door of hers. Why? "I locked myself in."
Yeah.
The opera was Rusalka, which is sort of opera's answer to The Little Mermaid. Think Hans Christian Andersen but sadder. The show was actually part of an under thirties only package deal. For seventy-five we had a four course meal at Vertical, a talk on the production, and a Q&A with one of the performers. In addition to the opera itself. A very good time was had by all. The meal was themed to the opera, with lots of Czech-inspired flavours.
The seats were bad. Really - bad. But the production was good, all stark minimalism in the human world, and lush, danger in the forest. They had a small pool of water on the stage for effect, but rather than building a forest and lake set, they did it all with lighting. They used the rotating stage to great effect. Sometimes it was literally claustrophobic, with the walls closing in on performers, and other times it turned slowly, letting us check in on all their individual miseries, one by one.
Highlight of the night: mango-raspberry tart with chocolate. Om freaking nom nom.
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