I attended the Royal Opera House last night to see Carmen.
My parents played opera constantly when I was a child. I hated it then. It was overblown, stupid, demanding and irritating.
Of course, as soon as even the meanest teenager has had a love affair, then opera is completely explicable. Opera is demanding in the way that love is demanding. You do have to listen to it. It is, in an age when most music has become a soundtrack, impossible to make it into disposeable chunks which may be consumed between microwave meals.
Anyway, to Carmen, that great bitch who lives and dies by her treatment of men. She could not be ignored either. You won't need a translation if you don't understand French.
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