23. April 2007 · Comments Off · Categories: imported, Ramble

This is as close as I’ll ever get to seeing our Opera San José Madama Butterfly production. He describes the stage well enough that I actually have a bit of an idea of how things look.

Someday, video monitors?

Naw. A video monitor is merely a dream. So far so is a sound monitor. But one of these days everything is going to fall apart and then perhaps the company will realize that we might actually benefit from hearing the singers.

Ya think?

And yes, in case you are wondering, we do follow the conductor. And, for the most part, that is just fine. But, at least for me, there are nuances— individual things the singers do that I want to hear, in order to either mimic or play against. And I want to see and hear them breathe, so that I can do the same with my line when we are in unison (often the case with oboe and soprano). Maybe I’m just being silly. Maybe none of this matters. But I can tell you that back when I could see the singers there were little magic moments that felt like bliss … something about working as one, adn all that jazz. Or opera.

Just a thought: in this day of high tech. In this valley of silicon. In our wonderful, newly refurbished California Theatre. Might someone think about donating monitors? Might someone think about making it wonderfully high tech. Might someone understand that the instrumentalists might benefit and, thus, the stage and audience might benefit as well, from our being more connected?

Ah, the mighty might.

Or might not.

Truth be told, it’s more about the almighty dollar. Sigh.
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