Monday, November 21, 2005
Bye-Bye to the Blue Butts of Norma
Nothing crystallizes the essential Buddhist truth that all existence is transitory better than being in a theatrical production which has a beginning, middle and end, from rehearsal to the final performance.
And then it's over, never to return, not with the same group of people caught in the same stream of time and place.
San Francisco Opera's production of "Norma" closed tonight, on a Monday, and the house was surprisingly full with a large smattering of standees in the balcony, which is always a good sign.
For the record, the final performance was easily the best. The conductor Sara Jobin and the principal singers were finally going at a crisp pace together, and everyone was in fine voice and holding nothing back.
In my thirty something productions at the opera house as a spear carrier, I've never been in a thong before, and probably never will be again.
To say that this entire experience was amusing is a vast understatement.
I suppose it's time to go on to the next adventure and wade into the stream.