Surfing round the underbelly of the blogosphere, I realise that opera affects people in strange ways
Phoebe Legere says
When the Duke of Mantua, tenor Rolando Villazon, sang his "Questa o Quella" I almost lost consciousness. A thrill went through my whole body - it must have been something like my pal Stafford experienced when she had her nipples pierced
Or, disappointed that Plácido had to withdraw from Tuesday's Cyrano, Rachel says
I did enjoy the woman who sat next to me though. Right before the curtain came up she took out her flask, took a few swigs of god only knows what was in there, took off her shoes, and put her jacket behind her head like a pillow and conked out. Why did she come?? She def came alone because she didn't know me or the people on the other side of her.
Whereasnkan02 hadn't even got there when she wrote
It is going to be Verdi's Rigoletto with Placido Domingo (I am going to pass out right here right now)(And he was just conducting...!)
