I love food. I really do. Some of my favorite people are the ones that can sit with me over dinner and dissect the ingredients in a puree and the delicate balance which has created something of a romantic experience for the palate. Sometimes, when food is really amazing, I can’t speak at all.
I didn’t begin this way. I began as all humans, on milk of some form or another. So I believe it goes with most things in life which have the potential to be extraordinary. The simple can lead to the sublime.
A friend of mine recently sent me a link to a film about a fictitious composer. This friend was excited for me to watch it as the singing of opera in film is so rare and they know this is one of my soapbox causes in life: getting art, especially opera, accepted.
After taking a few minutes to view the excerpt, I was struck by something. It was terrible. The voices weren’t really trained, there was a lack of connection and the singing was so stagnant, so uninspired. But my friend absolutely LOVED...