This weekend, Ethan and I finally did something I’ve been wanting to do for a while: we went to see a show at the Opera House. Mom had given us a gift certificate for Christmas, and I just hadn’t found something that I wanted to see that wouldn’t conflict with our schedules. Finally, I found this concert with the Australian Chamber Orchestra, featuring guest clarinetist Martin Fröst. Ever since I learned to play the clarinet, I’ve had a special fondness for clarinet music. So I bought the tickets and we went.
Unfortunately, there was also a footy game on, which caused a lot of traffic, and so in spite of the fact that I picked the bus that would get us there 25 minutes early, we got there 10 minutes late. This meant that we missed the first song, which I think was the song we would have liked the best – Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. The second song featured Martin Fröst, and was a modern piece called Peacock Tales. Martin Fröst was an excellent clarinetist, and I was truly enthralled by his talent. However, I just don’t dig the modern pieces. Not only did this one lack a linear melody, it also included interpretive dance. I liked the lighting, but if I want to see interpretive dance, I’ll buy tickets to that.
My favorite pieces were Brahms’ Hungarian Dances and an unlisted piece that Fröst played in the middle – he called it something in particular, but I’m not familiar with the term. Anyway, it was a song that sounded like traditional Jewish music, with the clarinet as the featured instrument. I like that kind of music, and I was particularly appreciative, because as a clarinetist, I knew exactly how hard this piece would be to play. Fröst was amazing.
Aside from the music, the Opera House was pretty cool. We were in one of the smaller theaters and it was really pretty and modern on the inside – much better than the Performing Arts Center in Anchorage. Sorry, PAC, but your pineapple ceiling is lame. Plus, the view from the Opera House was amazing!
Also, Commonwealth Bank was sponsoring some old violin that was in the concert, and they left advertising in the form of delicious chocolate violins on all our chairs. Ethan and I snarfed those down like it was our last meal. They were very tasty. It was like Homer Simpson’s fantasy orchestra.
So that was our first Opera House experience. I say “first” because I really want to see an opera in the Opera House before we leave. Ethan is less keen on the opera, but hey, I make those kinds of purchases around here. And if he doesn’t want to go, I’m sure I can find someone who will go with me.