The Scottish play of the opera world?
I just hope nobody collapses or falls into the prompter’s box during tomorrow’s matinee of the Met’s Tristan und Isolde. I also hope that the run of bad luck that the production’s been having won’t make the live movie broadcast feed conk out in mid-performance while I’m watching from here in Philly. It’s enough to make one think of analogies with a certain reputedly cursed Shakespeare play.
(Do the same superstitions attached to Shakespeare’s Macbeth Scottish play also apply to Verdi’s Macbeth? Inquiring minds want to know.)
Oh, and in other news, my final exam and conference paper draft? Done! I’m going to enjoy my weekend of not writing anything as much as I possibly can.
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