There’s a good chance that a “crazy” gene runs in my family’s genetics. Not like this is much of a surprise, either. “Life mimics art,” I suppose. Saw Siegfried last night. What a show. Act 1, the “hero” is raised by mean old man, then the hero forges a new sword. Act 2, the hero slays a dragon, then gains some wisdom [mental note, find dragon blood to make me smarter>. Act 3, find some girl in a permanent deep sleep state, kiss her, wake her up and live happily ever after. Of course, this is heavy psychotic German opera, there’s not much of a chance of everyone living happily ever after, and there’s a lot of plot left out, but in that synopsis, it was a great show. Incredible orchestra stuff, ripping good yarn to thread it all together. I could grow to like this. And today is the day off.
Ring Cycle III
