Beginnings...

If you read this, then you know me or are a net stalker. Welcome. The title is from Ariadne auf Naxos and translates to "Oh, that ass[hole]!... What joy!" (You can see Troyanos rocking it here.)

Komponist is at once pissed off at someone he has to deal with in order to get his groove [opera] on, and overjoyed that the long awaited premier is finally happening. The two emotions- frustration and joy- break over him at the same time and he is either ignorant of or indifferent to the hilarious contradiction and messiness of his feelings. He is completely in the moment and two seconds later gets his best idea of the night.

Most singer blogs are about the shades of continuity between these emotions and mine's the same, I suppose. I'm definitely not as batty as K., but I've had this moment so often as part of my job that I figure it may be worth writing about. It's super key that K. calls himself an asshole later in the opera... so the name calling covers everyone in the room... most of all the speaker himself... but also the idiots who just don't get his gloomy, beautiful, self-conscious and always sincere "genius".