Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-papageno!
Ya know, tonight at rehearsal, gay friend Mike and I decided that Die Zauberflöte is Mozart's gayest opera. Seriously, we can just see him consulting with his gay friend when writing this. The gay friend required:
-Feathers. Lots of them.
-Male slaves. Lots of them. With no shirts.
-Queens
-Bondage
-Women portrayed as teh evil
-Big hair
-Lots of teh shiny
Ah yes. Every great composer needs a gay opera, no?
Also, got to touch Sarastro's balls backstage. Ok...so not really. But he had these ball thingys on this neck plate thingy he wears and I was playing with them and then Mike broke one of his balls and Sarastro said he wouldn't let Mike touch his balls anymore even though he is gay, and we were laughing so hard we were crying from trying to stay quiet. I also totally have a music crush on guy playing Sarastro. Seriously. He played Figaro last year and that's when this crush started. It's gotten worse since then. And damnit, but he's married with a new baby. But he is the best guy ever and I touched his balls. Hee.
And yes, this post had the mental maturity of a 12 year old boy and I will probably regret it in the morning. But I just spent 6 hours rehearsing Mozart's gay opera. So forgive me.
-Feathers. Lots of them.
-Male slaves. Lots of them. With no shirts.
-Queens
-Bondage
-Women portrayed as teh evil
-Big hair
-Lots of teh shiny
Ah yes. Every great composer needs a gay opera, no?
Also, got to touch Sarastro's balls backstage. Ok...so not really. But he had these ball thingys on this neck plate thingy he wears and I was playing with them and then Mike broke one of his balls and Sarastro said he wouldn't let Mike touch his balls anymore even though he is gay, and we were laughing so hard we were crying from trying to stay quiet. I also totally have a music crush on guy playing Sarastro. Seriously. He played Figaro last year and that's when this crush started. It's gotten worse since then. And damnit, but he's married with a new baby. But he is the best guy ever and I touched his balls. Hee.
And yes, this post had the mental maturity of a 12 year old boy and I will probably regret it in the morning. But I just spent 6 hours rehearsing Mozart's gay opera. So forgive me.