I am a fool for opera.
I inherited my love of the aria from my darling grandmother. When I'd go to Austin to visit her she'd settle me out on the back porch with a book and her walkman with an opera loaded up and ready to roll. I'd listen to Carmen, La Boheme, La Traviata, all the greats.
The very first opera that I ever saw was La Boheme. My school took our grade to the Houston Grand Opera and it was incredible. I don't think I'll ever forget the power of the music hitting me in the dark as I sat in my velvet seat trying to ignore the boy snoring next to me.
Sometimes I'll turn all of the lights in my living room off, light a bunch of candles, and put a particularly moving aria on the stereo. Music like that will absolutely transfix me and I'll want to hear it over and over... I remember one night years ago when Cecile and I were roommates I was lying on the couch listening to Isolde's Liebestod from Wagner's Tristan und Isolde. Cecile came in with our friend Michael and the two of them sat down to talk. I was so excited by my favorite part of the Liebestod that I wanted to share it with the two of them. Cecile knew better and tried to run but I sat on her and made the two of them listen. When it was over Cecile said I'd better not make her do that again and Michael began talking about a laundry list of items that he had been saving up during the music. *sigh* Ah well. ;-) (Cec is going to smack me for that one but I DON'T CARE ahaha)
Won't you please listen to my favorite part? Please? Don't worry, it's not the whole thing. Here it is, it's magnificent, it's...LIEBESTOD
You can thank me later. :D