Over time, I think I have noticed a pattern when it comes to opera
productions becoming more and more outrageous:
- It all begins with a variation of a traditional production,
- Then a variation of that variation, and then,
- A parody of that v., and then,
- A parody of that p., and then,
- A travesty of that p., and then,
- A travesty of travesties.
And then those avant-garde directors start trashing everything in
sight with a vengeance of vengeances.
And when I see (or am subjected to) those productions(?), I simply
feel like a character out of a Franz Kafka novel--I just DON'T KNOW
what's hitting me!
Oh, Where Are the Simple Joys of Sanity?!