At the Opera: The Barber of Seville

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Thursday evening of a couple weeks ago, I went to my first opera, accompanied by my dear friend, Misty. It was, to say the least, among the most marvelous and enchanting experiences thus far in my life. I felt as if I was in a dream-one from which I hardly wanted to wake up.

From the box seats we occupied, we looked down upon a world of musical and theatrical wonder.I was a newcomer, to be sure, but I fell in love with that world in an instant. A world of glamour and evening gowns. It was a world you could enter for an evening and be as sophisticated and cultured as you could manage. You could walk with a head held high and a confident stride, being or pretending to be one of the elite.
img_2945Misty and I feel justified now in referring to ourselves as “opera snobs.” Or perhaps that’s just our theatrical alter egos… Needless to say, it did not take long for me to realize that this would be the first of many operas for me, and by the end of Act I, we were already planning which ones we would attend in the months to come.

I must say: It was rather a shame that I was quite nearly the youngest one there.

Il Barbiere di Siviglia– The Barber of Seville. Figarro charmed me, Count Almaviva entertained me, Rosina amused me; And the orchestra thoroughly delighted me! Upon leaving the performing arts center, we were bid adieu by a brass band of street musicians adding to the enchantment of the evening and satisfied in doing so. The streets of Charlotte felt as alive as the breeze that rustled both our hair and our imaginations.

And that, my friends, was the night I fell in love with opera.



Thank you, Johann Sebastian Bach

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As of late I have discovered the endless wonders of classical music. I owe my thanks to my recent English professor, Mr. Heitschmidt, who unwittingly introduced me through his own habit of listening to it. When I first turned it on through Pandora, it ignited something in me and kept me strangely focused on pouring myself into what I was writing. I fell in love with it. Something about this music enraptures me and makes me see things in an entirely new perspective. It is almost as if it reaches in and pulls out the best in me; the deepest part of me that is intellectual and creative and wants to do everything well and sees the best in every situation. It makes me want to read and write and know myself. It touches the mind and the emotions in an indescribable way. I feel, sometimes, as if there is another me somewhere in the past and when I listen to Bach, Beethoven, Mozart and others, I get an idea of who that other me is and I become more like her.


It causes me to wonder if these marvelous composers knew all the while that what they were creating would be so powerful. Did Bach say to himself, “This one, I am sure, will make them question everything around them, and this one will cause them to see the beauty in life.” I believe they knew. Surely they poured their souls into these pieces with the knowledge that it would affect the souls of others.

I encourage you to begin listening to classical music and see what it does in your own life.