Amateur Opera

Last week we went to see a friend singing in Dido and Aeneas by Purcell in an amateur Opera. Now I can’t pretend to be a great fan of Opera, or of anything live, for that matter – I really am a child of the television age. But I have to admit, the singing was enthralling, and the whole experience was helped by the fact that the piece itself is extremely short…

What really intrigues me at such things is the transformation the audience undergoes, from firstly being concerned with themselves and those around them, and the myriad of tiny vanities we all cultivate to give our lives the appearance of sanity, and how we are lifted from ourselves by something beautiful. So, in accordance with my own tiny vanity, I of course jotted something down. You can read it here.