Another year older and still too lazy to look up how you wrap text around images using HTML. My birthday was pretty good. Red dragon started yowling on the afternoon of it, not from any sort of angst about aging; more about not having a reservation for a pre-opera restaurant on Saturday night in a badly underserved downtown core and the oppressive early darkness of the beginning of winter combined with the knowledge that it's just going to get worse until the 21st of December.
Mentioned it to Figaro and he said he always found it was more cold temperatures that got him down, and that when things got dark so early he found other ways to look at things as beautiful. Beauty isn't the problem as far as I'm concerned, though. Early dark is beautiful. Everything being night when people are still buzzing around on banal kinds of business, this sort of inky artificial blackness pressing down among the streetlights, lit-up shop windows fighting back our natural urge to go off and sleep or something - it's pretty cool. It also fills me with strange little flutters of panic and fury that it's dark when I still want sun.
Fitting, then, that my birthday opera was that funny old Masonic parable of the victory of sunny truth over starry coloratura, The Magic Flute, as produced by Opera Atelier. Made me cry. Penelope Randall Davis stuck in a few extra high notes during the Queen of the Night's big aria that got me going, as did Papageno's first song. Otherwise, I don't have much to say about it - Marshall Pynkoski didn't offer a pre-opera talk, which was refreshing; the orchestra was great, the singers okay, the dancers underused, and the stage directions occasionally baffling or annoying. It was sung in English as the Magic Flute often is because of all the spoken dialogue, I suppose. Gigi found that outright alienating; I found it annoying. I know librettos are usually stupid in any language but romance language rhyme with fewer struggles and German just sounds cool.
Got a lovely stack of music in presents this year: Rebirth of Cool, new K-os, Rimsky-Korsakov, mixed CDs from Mr. N - he does such a good fucking job - as well as the loan-to-copy of two Benjamin Biolay CDs, sexy yum - and of course KC and the Sunshine Band. I'm almost looking forward to work so that I have enough time sitting in one spot to listen. Almost.