Saturday, March 17, 2007

Handel rocks.

Last night's outing was amazing. We were way up in the nosebleeds, and couldn't really see anything, so after the first act we moved up to the empty boxes right above our seats. We couldn't see any better - well, most of us couldn't; K, on the other hand, almost killed himself by leaning way out of the box, as did one of the Germans - but it felt like an adventure. The music was stunning. I pretty much stopped paying attention to the story as soon as we settled into the boxes and just closed my eyes and listened. There wasn't much acting, although there were some trippy interpretive dance sections where Handel wrote ballet music, so I didn't miss anything. (I know everyone else who did watch was confused, though, because the two main male parts were written for castrati but were sung by women, the result of which was that 4 out of the 7 people on stage looked exactly alike.) My favorite was Dalinda, the princess' maid; her voice was so clear and crisp. The first aria she did, "Apri le luci," was breaktaking; unfortunately for me (and all of you who'll be peer-pressured into coming to my senior recital next spring), however, the role is sung by a coloratura, which I absolutely am not. The King, a bass, was also amazing. The mezzo who played Ariodante was a little... ornmental; I wasn't a huge fan. All in all, though, it was a wonderful performance.

We then went to a Moroccan restaurant in the area; as it was nearly midnight, we had the first floor of the place to ourselves. I don't know why, but I'm kind of obsessed with North African food right now.

Tutored at the buttcrack of dawn today (okay, 9am), and wussed out of quitting. I just couldn't do it! Armelle is so sweet and so eager, I just couldn't tell her I didn't have the time to sing "head, shoulders, knees and toes," and to make paper dolls. I set up a few alternate times with her mother for the next few weeks - I'm reminding myself that I have fun when I'm actually there, it's good money, and I have spring break in three weeks.

Wait a minute... I have spring break in three weeks!

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