Mark Weiss wrote:
> Reminded me of this:
>
> Years ago my mother had a subscription to the opera. She didn't care
> for much after Puccini and offered me her seat for a performance of
> Wozzeck, one of my absolute favorites, long stretches of which are
> wordless. Except that the lack of words from the stage was more than
> offset by the chatter of those around me. Seems that they interpreted
> non-singing as silence, needing to be filled.
Clatter, coughing, wheezing, sneezing, and gasping. It seems as though
every New York with an upper respiratory infection attends the opera on
Saturdays and sits close to the microphones.
I attended a performance of Poulenc's *Dialogs of the Carmelites* about
five years ago. Yes, mesmerizing. Except that during one of the softly
sung dramatic passes in the last act, some technodoofus left on his or
her cell phone. It rang rather loudly. I don't know the fate of the
miscreant. I DO hope it involved bludgeoning the fool with the offending
instrument.
And then there's what Brian Dennehy did to a theater patron about 10
years ago....
Ken
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