baseball operas



There are two things on my mind right now. One is a performance of THE BUBBLE, which will be performed this Sunday evening as part of Classical Revolution Cincinnati's Constella Edition event. Performances by the Price Hill String Quartet, Il Troubadore Klingon Music Project and the Allan Pray Ensemble will be in order. Yes, there will be a Klingon opera, so um, phasers set to stunning and what not.


If you want to preview THE BUBBLE, click here. (Yes, there's a video up! Yes, that took forever!) If you want to read a copy of the libretto, click here: you can see what I had to work with. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it. You probably should read the libretto first then see the opera to understand what is going on.


The second thing on my mind is The Postseason. It is October, after all.


Sometimes when people discover that (1) I like operas and (2) I like baseball, they unfortunately conflate the two. "Have you thought about writing a baseball opera? You should write a baseball opera!" I always shake my head. I could never write an opera about baseball because, let's be honest—it's never really about baseball.


If I were to write an opera about baseball, I'd probably use with permission a story that a screenwriting friend of mine penned about a kid who lost both the Brooklyn Dodgers and his father and his determination to move out to LA to see them play their first game. Will this opera be short? No. Will it be funny? Nope. And, chances are, this opera will not be about baseball.

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