{"id":3502,"date":"2013-04-05T00:59:15","date_gmt":"2013-04-05T04:59:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/arts.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=3502"},"modified":"2013-04-05T00:59:15","modified_gmt":"2013-04-05T04:59:15","slug":"not-that-kind-of-queen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2013\/04\/05\/not-that-kind-of-queen\/","title":{"rendered":"Not that kind of Queen . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"background-color: transparent; font-family: Times; line-height: normal; font-size: medium;\"><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\">I be on my suit and tie. Benjamin in hand. Nails painted. This is what I call dressed to the nines. In fact I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m the nines: a cat. Manx? Marx.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><br \/>\nI get to my $14 dollar seat and the aisle is worth the price, let me tell you. I get to stretch my feet, bend my legs broken doll style, and stare up and the ceiling that will probably astound me for years to come. What if a lightbulb burns out? A ladder from the balcony does not seem practical. A cherry picker? At Hill?<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><br \/>\n?<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><br \/>\nThe Oresteia is a trilogy by Aeschylus. Good plays. Amazing plays. Or so my freshman year self said to myself as I bought the tickets and waited weeks filled with anticipation. Each day I had flashbacks to Great Books 191 at 9 am with all of the \u00e2\u20ac\u0153honors freshman.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d To 2 am nights at the Law Quad while I furiously read Greek tragedy after Greek tragedy&#8211;like Gilmore Girls episodes.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><br \/>\nI take my seat and gawk at the stage as it filled up with 400+ musicians. Orchestras, choirs, opera stars, conductors all pile onto the wooden floor and I think, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153of course Hill Auditorium would break on its 100 year anniversary.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Alas, it proves me wrong. Similar to the audience of which I am a part. I think that I am the only person under 50 in the whole room. Magic. This is my type of crowd, that is, until people weeble and wobble on the stairs and I imagine person after person accidentally flinging themselves off the balcony and onto the main floor: performance art. I mean, I am performing so why wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t others?<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><br \/>\nThe downbeat slashes and strings go flying, lips go buzzing, throats go vibrato-ing, and I am hit head-on with French at its finest: rolled r\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s. Catching glimpses of words and hearing the words projected onto the screen I am thrown into the environment every white gay male could dream of: the opera. I mean if I am to be a true queen then this should be my element. My niche. My passion.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><br \/>\nWhat I love about the whole thing is that it is all a staged performance. Or rather trapped-to-the-stage. Everyone is stationary while the air is filled with movement. Easier to focus. The main singers wear outfits of sequins, blue satin, black tuxes, and they stand out of the crowd of students. My favorite part though is when this \u00e2\u20ac\u0153avant-garde\u00e2\u20ac\u009d opera goes spoken word and the, perhaps, oracle figure starts rapping and screaming in French about blood, and flesh, and murder, and hatred, and gods. Who doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like Greek Tragedy?<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><br \/>\n*raises hand*<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><br \/>\nLet me explain: the man behind me erupts during the intermission: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Opera. Is like eggs. Today they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re scrambled. Some like them scrambled. Others like them fried. I like them sunny side up.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><br \/>\nI love Greek Tragedy. Give me a play and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll swoon. Give me a book and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll faint. Give me a 3.5 hour opera and my knee will start to ache and my eyes will start to get tired and my ears will start to close the world out. There is only so many times I can hear \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Praise Athena\u00e2\u20ac\u009d before I think about that beautiful ceiling. Or the Benjamin in my bag.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><br \/>\nWould I have given this experience up? Hell no! This is probably one of my favorite events I have gone to because not only did I get to listen (and critique) amazing music, see talented individuals, people watch, gaze at architecture, but I was able to feel a part of an audience that I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve always wanted to.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><br \/>\nHowever.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><strong id=\"internal-source-marker_0.6752285764086992\" style=\"font-weight: normal;\"><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;\" dir=\"ltr\"><span style=\"font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;\"><br \/>\nToday I confess, sadly, that I am not an opera queen. I thought I was a renaissance queen but perhaps I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m just medieval. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I be on my suit and tie. Benjamin in hand. Nails painted. This is what I call dressed to the nines. In fact I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m the nines: a cat. Manx? Marx. I get to my $14 dollar seat and the aisle is worth the price, let me tell you. I get to stretch my feet, bend [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[305,291,307,304,306],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3502"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3502"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3502\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3504,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3502\/revisions\/3504"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3502"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3502"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3502"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}