Last night, I attended an opera. I saw The Pearl Fishers by Bizet. It was a joint production by the
National Performing Arts Center of China and the Berlin Opera. The production
was just okay, but the principal soprano was wonderful, the chorus fantastic,
and the orchestra delightful. The designers used projections and almost no set.
The projections were sort of strange. One person behind me actually laughed
when they first appeared. I would describe them as bizarrely cartoonish. Very
odd choice. Anyway, back to the music.
Those of you who know me will not be surprised to learn that
I had a conversation with the young man sitting next to me last night at the
opera. We chatted for a few moments before the opera began. We exchanged a few
basic niceties, “Hello.” “Have you seen this opera before?” “I have seen
Carmen, but not this one.” Because I like to ask people questions, it was a good
way to spend the time waiting for the opening notes. He was willing to go along.
During the opera, though, I noticed him conducting silently
from his seat. It was almost as if he couldn’t resist. He was so moved by the
music that it seemed almost involuntary. It’s something my husband does, so I
thought maybe the young man was also a musician. During intermission, I asked
him about his musical background. I learned several things from this exchange,
and they seem important to share.
My conversation partner for the evening is not a musician. In
fact, although he didn’t tell me what he does for a living, he told me that “opera
is very far away” from what he does at work. He said that he attends symphony
concerts and operas as a way to leave his everyday life and to “be a full
person.” I am not sure exactly what he meant, but I took it to mean that the
music filled a space in his life that needed filling. I mentioned that he appeared
to be familiar with the music and he told me that before coming to a
performance, he listens to the music and reads about the opera. The opera
productions are generally about three to four weeks apart. He studies the opera
in that time because it makes him happy. I asked if he has any favorite operas.
“No. I like old and new operas. Even if the story is not the same as our life,
some things are the same. Friendship and love. They are the same.”
Although the story within The Pearl Fishers seemed worn, even tired, to me, it seems always
relevant to remember that we can be connected through music, friendship, and
love. It is healthy to find a hobby distinct from our professional lives—reading,
sports, crafting, music—that makes us happy. I appreciate my drafted
conversation partner for reminding me. I needed that.
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