I’m just home from opera, and I’m just exhausted. Funny how an opera that isn’t all that technically tough can wipe a person out, but much of this has to do with it being the first time we’ve played it. And yes, I actually came in wrong. Again. In a different spot.
It’s good to get those bad entrances out of the way before opening night. Right? 🙂
I don’t usually make mistakes like faulty entrances. I’m extremely judgmental about those who do. I guess I’m going to have to be kinder about that. Hmm.
I’m not sure if it’s the staging or the orchestration, but I’m finding it much more difficult to hear the singers this time. Ah well. The dress rehearsal audience did seem to love it. I’m assuming they can hear just fine!
I did freeze in the pit, and my oboe never felt warm to the touch, even after blowing all of my hot air through it. (And you all know I’m full of hot air!) I got water in the top octave several times, right before a solo. Scary stuff. We finally turned the space heaters on for the last act. When it’s 66 in the pit we are just a tad chilled, you know? Temperature continues to be an issue for us in the hall, both on stage and in the pit. I’m not sure what the problem is, but I do understand that keeping a place that huge comfortable for everyone from the pit to the balcony is a challenge. I’m just going to have to remember to dress appropriately. And bring my dressy black scarf! (My oboe needs one too, though, and that I don’t have!)
And now I’m off to sleep. These eyes don’t want to stay open any longer.
