Hey Florestan! What you're saying about Wagner and the Flying Dutchman,
is what got me going myself about translating opera into English.
I was saying a translated remake would make a great Pirates of the Caribbean episode.
I'll just say Scottish, but Scottish people have the best global trivia.
You have to admit, modern day digital photography would make any stage,
any big opera stage, look like an ocean if they wanted to.
That's another thing I think about opera, using modern props.
It's hard to believe now, that the Phantom of the Opera had such a huge, lifestyle influence,
because they were the first to use hundreds of candles to light up the stage.
Even Sting was running around a room full of candles, knocking them down in the end.
I stopped in to visit a buy and sell friend,
and he was saying he was down to $5 for any box set of DVDs.
Of course, what kind of DVDs are laying around here that no-one wants to see,
besides exercise and American Christians,
adult symphony, and I'm hoping opera, somewhere in there.
I've got two Phantom of the Opera on DVD, hard to not buy for $1.
yeah, I saw that in Toronto when it first came out.
You didn't have to remind me about John the Baptist.
That's who I'm named after.
And it will be someone eating Salami who orders my head. Yowza!
Any chance you find yourself staring off into space,
wondering where all the notes you were making disappeared,
and then, suddenly, the face and voice of Tom Hulse is laughing at you,
dressed in his pink Amadeus wig, twinkling away on some cosmic keyboard,
and I wonder upon his star who I would have picked to play the part.
Someone taller, and more elegant, as Mozart would have to be.
His father was.
I see Tom Hulse as an American Englishman, a more puffy, boyish face.
People from Europe tend to have more defined features.
Of course, I'm coming at you from the land of the new obesity.
Porcine people, with a new, interior body fat from eating industrial pork every day,
and all the sucrose glucose, a new fat lining the kidney that never existed before.
Maybe a modern Mozart could go through a weight loss crisis.
yeah, and this time Salieri could be a vampire.
I can see Mozart on Oprah, giggling just a little, seeming to be down,
talking about his excess weight, how tight his wigs fit, runs in his hosery,
when Prince suddenly runs in and jumps up on top of the grand piano,
and starts singing his new hit song while he reaches down to toe the keys,
and trigger samples and loops as he sings.
Mozart starts running and then starts a long slide, ending up under the keyboard,
but when he reaches up from underneath nothing happens,
Prince hasn't programmed the other keys to do anything,
Mozart gets up stunned, unable to play when 88 keys are in front of him,
and that's when one of the musicians from the studio band gets up,
and starts whacking him with a roll of sheet music,
because his mother made him sit and play Mozart as a child, every day.
One of Mozarts roadies runs out, pushing everyone else away,
and straps a portable keyboard over his shoulder,
so that Mozart goes over and starts to strafe the studio band,
hitting some sick synth sounds, his wireless over-riding Princes' commands,
before he hits his pre-sets and starts one of his caprices,
going through the audience and leading them outside for a conga line,
moving fast enough to avoid the New York zombies,
and proving he actually is alive, and isn't royalty free.
That's when he really gets mysteriously killed.
I like it. I could play Liszt, only on electric guitar.