Please realize there’s no sarcasm intended in the last statement. I truly can’t wait! The only music I’ve listened to in the last two weeks has been Aida. On my way to work, cleaning the house, mowing the grass, getting dressed. I have no idea what the libretto is actually saying. I can tell by the music that it doesn’t end well. Today, finally, I had he opportunity to read the synopsis. I love it! I wish I spoke (sang) Italian so that I could truly appreciate the musical genius that is Verdi.
I almost regret that I have to see it, because I know that the instant the ensemble sings, “Emancipa!” or, “Radames! Radames! Radames!” those moments will be over and I’ll have only memories.
So… anxiously awaiting (and simultaneously lamenting) tomorrow’s performance.