An opera begins long before the curtain goes up and ends long after it has come down. It starts in my imagination, it becomes my life, and it stays part of my life long after I’ve left the opera house.
My worry is that opera will become an historic art form as opposed to a living, breathing thing.
When the music and the characters are flawlessly synchronized, the opera develops an emotional force that movies and plays cannot match.
I am not a music critic or journalist or anyone who has any professional knowledge about the art of music. I just want to write about my passion for opera and classical music in general. Also, I’m a teenager. Not that it matters. Please feel free to comment on any of my posts or if you want to, email me at ildolcesuonooperablogATgmailDOTcom.