4 1/4 hours @ 44th opera

Dallas Opera's Tristan und Isolde just reaches in and sucks your whole consciousness up into the hovering UFO to perform brain swaps and other alien experiments.  And you don't even care because you are so totally into the  moment, the music, and the projections.  That's right!  You feel honored that you can sit in the uncomfortable chair with no room for your knees for four and a quarter hours of breath-taking music and incredible projected sets by Elaine McCarthy while almost nothing happens. Five stars in the Fabulousity column of your opera Life List.

This morning, though the English horn solo from Act III is still haunting you, symptoms indicate you have severe post-Wagner Winspear Syndrome.  You feel like you were folded and packed in a very small box and then shipped by slow boat to Cornwall.  Your thighs and upper arms hurt the most. You think Alberto Giacometti thoughts.

© 2012 Nancy L. Ruder