Sunday, November 20, 2005
The Gench, etc. (in which I still haven't gone to anything in ages)
So first I find out (I guess I should have known this) that if you buy a Family Circle ticket online because, oh, let's say that's all that's fucking left, you will be charged about 20% of the ticket price over again in fees. Same goes for phone.
I am you-know-not-how-cheap. Largely because I make you-know-not-how-little money. And then there's the matter of living sola, abbandonata, in questo popoloso deserto che appellano Brooklyn where the cotton, I mean the rent, is high. So I was all kinds of not into the fees, dragged my carcass into town at the crack of noon through untold service changes. I mean, for god's sake, I rode the Q train. Did you know there was a Q train? There is.
And then I shelled out the greenbacks and got seats that are apparently in the very heavens. So if the tone of my Rigoletto review is a little heady, you'll know it was the altitude sickness.
On the endless subway ride of death, I Genched it up on ipod, Leyla sings Maria Stuarda. Now, my eyes cross when I hear a certain breed of queen go on about how Nobody Sings Like Nordica Anymore...but the final scene? I'm listening to it again. I'd love to hear there's some kid out there with a trust fund that does not require that her career last long, and she sings like Leyla, but I'm not holding my breath.