I'm Coming Out of the Closet
I'm finally coming out of the closet.
I love opera and classical music.
Whew! I suddenly feel...free.
I guess I've always known.
When I was but a simple, dirty footed girl in Missouri, I would fall asleep at night with my rickety yard sale tape player firmly tucked beneath my ear, Beethoven's haunting Moonlight Sonata lulling me to sleep.
At first I thought it was only a phase.
I was sure some night my mother or sister might walk in a catch me, but they didn't and thus I grew hungry.
Photo Credit: Amadeus, the Movie
After a month or so, Beethoven just wasn't enough for me.
I would sneak to Walmart on the weekends and hover in the tape section for hours, listening to the free music display. My grubby adolescent fingers caressed the glistening exterior cases of Bach and Tchaikovsky and my ears were impatient.
This went on for years.
When I was 13 some kids from school, rich with new fanny packs and Debbie Gibson t-shirts, discovered me at dusk in the park, swinging furiously to Bach's Air on the G String. They were afraid because they did not understand and so proceeded to rat me out to my parents.
My parents were distraught that their impressionable teen aged daughter was becoming "citytified". They confenscated the growing collection of Baroque Concerto tapes from under my mattress and forbade me from ever listening to classical and opera music again.
All of this occurred while Carl Orff's exhilarating O Fortuna played in my defiant heart.
This said, we have some wonderful classical music programs in L.A that are performed outside of the normal, large scaled concert hall!
The historic Greystone Mansion in Beverly Hills frequently treats the public to piano and string performances throughout the year.
We also have The Da Camera Society, which bring us more lovely performances of classical music in historic places.
Don't wait as long as I have to be who you really are.
Perhaps I'll see you at one of the performances above and we shall share a knowing nod.
I love opera and classical music.
Whew! I suddenly feel...free.
I guess I've always known.
When I was but a simple, dirty footed girl in Missouri, I would fall asleep at night with my rickety yard sale tape player firmly tucked beneath my ear, Beethoven's haunting Moonlight Sonata lulling me to sleep.
At first I thought it was only a phase.
I was sure some night my mother or sister might walk in a catch me, but they didn't and thus I grew hungry.
Photo Credit: Amadeus, the Movie
After a month or so, Beethoven just wasn't enough for me.
I would sneak to Walmart on the weekends and hover in the tape section for hours, listening to the free music display. My grubby adolescent fingers caressed the glistening exterior cases of Bach and Tchaikovsky and my ears were impatient.
This went on for years.
When I was 13 some kids from school, rich with new fanny packs and Debbie Gibson t-shirts, discovered me at dusk in the park, swinging furiously to Bach's Air on the G String. They were afraid because they did not understand and so proceeded to rat me out to my parents.
My parents were distraught that their impressionable teen aged daughter was becoming "citytified". They confenscated the growing collection of Baroque Concerto tapes from under my mattress and forbade me from ever listening to classical and opera music again.
All of this occurred while Carl Orff's exhilarating O Fortuna played in my defiant heart.
This said, we have some wonderful classical music programs in L.A that are performed outside of the normal, large scaled concert hall!
The historic Greystone Mansion in Beverly Hills frequently treats the public to piano and string performances throughout the year.
We also have The Da Camera Society, which bring us more lovely performances of classical music in historic places.
Don't wait as long as I have to be who you really are.
Perhaps I'll see you at one of the performances above and we shall share a knowing nod.
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