As I reflect on the Met Opera season just passed (See The Last Curtain Call), all sorts of things come to mind from the expected (great singing from solo artists and the incomparable chorus, great musicianship from the brilliant orchestra) to the unexpected (discovering young voices that I instantly know are destined for greatness). At the close of every opera season, I am overwhelmed by a feeling of gratitude that Dan and I were able to experience it all and that, the Good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise, we will be able to do it all again starting in the fall.
Dancer Tommy Tune elegant in black wearing his signature black glasses
I am a discreet but incurable people watcher, and the opera house is a great place to see an amazing array of the species from celebrities and the perfectly coiffed New York dowager, Hermès scarf draped casually around her well tailored dinner suit, to the young student in rumpled blue jeans who can barely afford standing room. He queued up early that morning to get one of the limited number of standing room tickets and is thrilled just to be there. I have a soft spot in my heart for him. My late brother was one of those student standees many years ago.