- Cover of Phantom of the Opera (Easy Piano)
We stayed up much too late last night watching The Phantom of the Opera broadcast from London via our local Public Television Station. We were hooked early in the four-hour program…much to my surprise.
I love Opera, and if Andrew Lloyd Webber doesn’t write modern-day opera, I don’t know what is. Yes, I am a fan. I, who never watch movies anymore, have seen the movie version of Evita with Madonna at least 5 times and love it, so don’t say anything negative about her….OK?.
First edition cover (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Once upon a time in our more frivolous lives when we were both working and had more income, we tried to see CATS performed at the Kennedy Center, but it sold out for the night we wanted, so David and I hopped on a plane to NYC to see the Broadway version where tickets were available.
To complement the experience, I bought a copy of The Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, by T. S. Elliot (the inspiration for the musical). Elliot is one of my favorite poets, the other is W. B. Yeats (…plain vanilla radicals for me!!).
Like many people, we became fans of Andrew Lloyd Webber ages ago. I discovered him in my days as a Church School teacher back in the 1970s, when our kids performed Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat. The tallest kid played Pharaoh and dressed like Elvis Presley in his white suit with rhinestones. Later they did Jesus Christ Super Star with some success.
My grandpa H. used to listen to Opera every Saturday afternoon and I would sit on his lap and listen with him. As one of my friends puts it, “You have been listening to opera since you were knee-high to a grasshopper.”
For years, I bought season tickets to our local opera series. They were pretty pricey however, and when David kept falling asleep in the high-priced seats (center front row balcony) I decided to cancel our subscription. Too bad. Now he has decided he likes opera and stayed awake last night to listen to The Phantom of the Opera with me.
On Saturdays in winter, I get my kicks working puzzles and listening to the opera matinée broadcast from the Lincoln Center in NYC. Otherwise, I never listen to music anymore.
I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? ~T S Eliot~