Sunday Morning Opera: National Opera Week


Screen Shot 2015-10-31 at 12.42.45 AMThis is one of those days when I don’t have a theme.  The long, dark siege of winter is here.  I don’t like winter.  I don’t like the cold. And, I really don’t like why we can’t have daylight saving’s time all year.  We’ve been celebrating National Opera Week with David Hyde Pierce is this year’s celeb spokesperson.  When I saw the announcement, all I could think of was his classic series, Frasier, and how jealous his brother’s character would be.   National Opera Week is a celebration of the human voice.  Unfortunately, the most beautiful version of Là ci darem la mano, I’ve ever heard in my life is on Facebook, which doesn’t not translate onto this current version of WordPress without making a total mess.  All I can do is link this amazing video shot the other night.  Naturally it features our favorite, Dmitri Hvorostovsky.  Oh well.  Such is life.

Since it is National Opera Week and we are celebrating our second favorite sport, baseball being the first, there is only one logical way to begin, with the legendary Robert Merrill.  Ah, yes, the link to Hvorostovsky, and now Merrill, do I detect a theme for our National Opera Week celebration?

I located something quite rare.

Okay, so it’s not exactly ‘American’ other than the baritone.

We are going into winter.  The only good thing about winter is opera.  Baseball is nearly over.

“…“Baseball breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall all alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.”…”  A. Bartlett Giamatti

It’s nearly over, not to return until just about the time Dmitri Hvorostovsky is scheduled to return to the Met.  Somehow that is quite lyric, and quite fitting.  After all, we started the opera season with him doing Trovatore.  When I think about Trovatore, I automatically think about baseball.