The Opera!

I’m converted!  Not religiously, but artistically- I’ve become a fan of the opera.  Going in, I had an open mind, but still certain expectations.  I thought I would “appreciate” the opera, perhaps be able to admire the singers and musicians, but I didn’t expect to love it.  I was wrong. Just sitting in the seats looking around was an experience.  The Opera house is so impressive and pleasing to the eye.  Even the curtains were more elaborate than anything I’ve seen before.  Once the curtains opened, the visual pleasure continued.  Everything catches the eye, from the costumes, to the set design to the movements.  I was particularly enamored with the spiraling Dragon in the second act.  I have absolutely no idea why it was there, but it was quite cool.

The story, though difficult to follow when I got to caught up in the sites onstage to pay attention to the subtitles, was very entertaining as well.  Hoffman’s sadness over his lack of success with the various women effected me, I felt bad for him.  In the midst of the sadness, the play was filled with comedy.  I chuckled at the men’s repeated requests for beer and when Hoffman made the waiter imitate Kleinzach.  I laughed out loud when he discovered that Olympia was, in fact, a robot.  Where did that come from?  It was a somewhat crazy story- a robot woman, Hoffman’s muse taking on the appearance of his friend, a woman who sings herself to death, and a stolen reflection.  I’d never seen or heard anything like it, and feel that no other medium could get away with such absurdity.

My favorite part was, of course, the music.  I had an idea in my head that operatic music would be slow and boring, and that the voices would be loud to the point of being oppressive.  I couldn’t get away from the image of a large woman screeching until she shattered crystal.  This was not true at all.  The music was engaging, I even found myself wanting to sway with it.  It was exciting and helped the story flow.  I loved the fact that, in contrast to a musical, every line was sung.  The singers’ voices were amazing, the best I’ve ever heard live.  They filled the room without sounding loud and I didn’t want it to stop.  I wish I could have gotten a recording of the performance.

As far as appealing to a young audience goes, I don’t see how they could have done better.  It was spectacularly entertaining filled with excitement, comedy, drama, good dancing and outstanding music. I’m not at all familiar with opera in general, let alone “The Tales of Hoffman” specifically, so I can’t say if anything was done differently to please a younger crowd.  If there was change, well done.  If not, there doesn’t need to be.  Either way, I think any young adult who enjoys good music and entertainment could have a great time at this opera.

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9/29-10/2

I guess someone decided to change the world by taking letters from this quote.

Mariachi Band!

I climbed to the top of that mountain.

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Opera Night 9/28

I figured I’d get a picture of the sky and the streets since everyone else was taking pictures of the Opera House

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9/24-27

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9/18-23

This is the most artistic sundae I’ve ever seen.

The sky looked pretty cool that night.  It was a good setting for my track workout.

My brother Zach and his friend John made this banner for Atlas Records- Zach’s record label.

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The Artist as a Social Critic

It is easy for an artist to be a critic of the community he lives in, as long as he does not partake in whatever practice he is criticizing.  Often, the things people find most contemptible are also what they find enjoyable.  Many things which we frown upon, such as bullying, drug use, and greed, are tempting because they can be fun or satisfying.  The artist is no less susceptible to this temptation than anyone else.  However, by putting their ideas into the public, artists take on a greater responsibility to live by them.  Like anyone else, if an artist criticizes a certain lifestyle, it is hypocritical to have that lifestyle.   An artist who practices moderation can criticize those in his society who live in excess, but an artist who sells his art for an exorbitant amount of money can’t look down on his society’s greed.  It is sensible and consistent for an artist who regularly works in a soup kitchen to send a message to be more active in helping the less fortunate.  It would be hypocritical for that same message to be sent by an artist who does nothing to help the poor.

Though I have difficulty interpreting Andy Warhol’s work, I do know that a common interpretation is that he is criticizing American celebrity culture.  It is said that his repetitive images of public figures represent our obsession with famous people.  If this is true, his social criticism is hypocritical.  Warhol was a celebrity himself.  He spent time with celebrities, and used his celebrity status to achieve his goal of being wealthy and famous.  If Andy Warhol were not a celebrity, I doubt he would have been paid as much for his paintings, signature, and appearances.  Most of his artwork is outstanding, (although some reminds me of things my ten year old cousin has brought home) but I don’t think that it would be considered as valuable if not for the Andy Warhol name.  How can his criticism of our obsession with celebrity be authentic when so much of his success depended on it?

Some might argue that Andy Warhol could not have criticized celebrity culture without being one, but I disagree.  In America, we are given plenty of access to the lives of celebrities.  Tabloids, paparazzi, “True Hollywood Stories” all show us how the rich and famous live.  It is even easier to observe American obsession with celebrity.  I am not a celebrity, and I’m not obsessed with celebrity.  However, I can clearly see how obsessed other people are.  Some of the best selling magazines give us details on the relationships, scandals, and addictions of public icons.  Walking down the street it is almost impossible not to hear a conversation about celebrities.  I hear how hot Taylor Lautner or Jessica Alba is, how many kids Angelina Jolie has adopted, or Oprah’s new favorite book.  It is obvious to me, an everyday guy, how celebrity obsessed America is.  I don’t need to become a celebrity to figure it out, and neither did Andy Warhol.

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9/16-17, Storm and Cleanup

Driving through the storm.

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Fall Comes Early, 9/16

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My life in a photo, taken 9/14.

All the things I need to live: guitar, frisbee, books, racing shoes, macbook, water, pretzels.

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