QUOTE(maggiemay @ Oct 30 2005, 08:09 AM)
I enjoy watching opera more than just listening
To me, this is one of the key points. It's a bit like the difference between listening to the soundtrack of a wedding video where everyone is speaking in a language you don't know, or actually going to the wedding instead.
Not everyone likes the big soppy heart on your sleeve storylines of opera, but without the context you've just got fairly meaningless songs. My tape of Maria Callas has been so unplayed that I don't know where it is any more, yet on the couple of occasions I've been to the opera
and had the benefit of a translation in supertitles over the stage I have really enjoyed it.
There's a bit in Madame Butterfly when she's telling someone that her little boy's father had said he would come back for them when the birds were making their nests. But she had watched the birds make their nests and fly from them three times (or something like that) and he hadn't come back. She then sings one of the most beautiful songs in the opera when she is saying how one day she'll look out to sea and see him sailing in for her. Of course he then does turn up, but with his new wife, and they take Madame Butterfly's son away with them to give him a better life.
For a lot of people the story is already moving before the music even starts. Somehow the warbliness then seems more fitting when you know what they're warbling on about.
Or there's the bit near the end of La Traviata where the hero finally comes to his wife on her death bed. She has lived in exile from him, persuaded by her father in law that she must leave because she is not good enough for the family. Despite her bitterness at what might have been, she tells him to find a new girl in the bloom of her youth, and to marry her, and to show her this (some treasured possession) and tell her it belonged to an angel in heaven who now blesses her. The beauty of that song can't be divorced from its place in the story.
The aria without the opera isn't enough. When you hear it it should take you back to your comfy theatre seat with the orchestra playing, the light and colour of the stage shining through the darkness of the theatre, and the tears rolling down your face (not my face though - I'm a bloke, innit).
Then again, not everything's equally heavy. I've never found Orpheus and Euridice oppressively wobbly - "What is life without Euridice?" (sorry I can only remember the English words) is an all time favourite of mine. I've never been to "the Magic Flute" but the bits extracted in the film "Amadeus" seem fairly accessible. And then there's Offenbach with his light bawdy humour and of course Gilbert and Sullivan, which has some quite moving songs despite being "light opera".
Opera is one of those things for me that I started off with the view that I should force myself to watch a bit of it because it was uncultured not to, but having been I feel it would have been missing out something really special never to have bothered with it.