melodramma eroi-comico in 3 atti
My God, Tosca ruled—even from our nosebleed seats, where we couldn't quite make out anyone's facial expressions or the soprano's décolletage. The people next to us had brought opera glasses, logically enough, but we were young and inexperienced in these matters. The average age in the theater was probably over 60. Keep taking your prescription drugs, people, keep opera alive.
I tend to forget that Phoenix is now the sixth-largest city in the nation, and especially that Tucson is the thirtieth-largest—bigger than Las Vegas, bigger than New Orleans, bigger than Atlanta. There's such a dearth of culture in this state that often I wonder what everyone does—but the Arizona Opera, at least, does put on performances of a quality to match the demographics. Of course I am an idiot and did not get season tickets and now the season is over, but if you live in Phoenix or Tucson you must catch this show in the next week, before it too is gone.
