Nov 15 2007
My Opera and Me
Dearest Luisa wanted to know about me and opera, opera and me.
Well, there’s so much to this story. Some of you probably don’t even realize that I am passionate about opera, and have been since I was a child.
So, we’ll start there. When I was a child. It is Flashback Friday, after all.
I’m a daddy’s girl. I would do ANYTHING to be able to spend extra time hanging out with my daddy. Daddy was an opera enthusiast. He would stay up late at night to watch the Met on PBS. I thought it was disastrous cacophony. But, if it meant that I could stay up late and hang out with Daddy, then it was worth it. And somewhere in there, I got into the music and developed an interest.
Again, this was just the beginning— setting the scene so that a few years later, when I was 12, I was ready to really embrace opera. 12 was a huge HUGE year for me. HUGE! I’m still quite convinced that I was more mature as a 12-year old than I am now. But that, dear friends, will have to be discussed another day. Yup. You read that right. I’m going to drag this out. Two reasons for this: so many people are doing NaBloPoMo that no one wants to read a long post, because they’ve got a million posts to read. Secondly, I’m playing NaBloPoMo, which means that I need to stretch out my meager supply of writing material. 
