They're, the lectures (it's plural so it's THERE'RE, not there's), in the Presbyterian Church in Placitas, a Hispanic Land Grant hamlet on the NW side of the Sandia Mountains.
The View in the Window
Back in the '70s, besides the church, the plaza and a few houses, it was open space. But in the 'early '80s they started building. Mostly custom homes, the 3,200 sq ft ones are the hovels.
Back in the day, over 35 years ago, when I was living w One El, she characterized Mozart as "sewing machine music."
I was expecting performers from the opera company or, maybe, if not real performers, apprentices? It turned out to be a guy who's been doing this - he said - for 29 years. And the first time was for The Magic Flute.
He quoted from Wagner and I paraphrase, "This, The Magic Flute, is a timeless piece (he makes it sound as if he's gonna throw a compliment) that will appeal to the suburban Viennese..the hoi polloi."
And so it was. If you heard Bill Cosby's story about the go karts
you'll know the sound:
nnuh, nnnuh, nnuhh, nnnuhh, nuuuuunnhhhhHHHH!
nnuh, nnnuh, nnuhh, nnnuhh, nuuuuunnhhhhHHHH!
The lecturer was great! Funny and knowledgeable, but it was Mozart. I lasted 45 minutes, came home and baked cinnamon rolls to some real music,
We used to get standing room tickets for $10.00 (they're now $25). Then, at intermission, when the old people couldn't stand to sit any longer (tha's a joke...stand to sit any longer...get it?), we'd go out to the parking lot and ask 'em for their tickets. They always seemed pleased to be able to hand 'em off and we'd sit through the remainder, sometimes in choice spots.
Nowadays, and even then, if the performance isn't well-attended, the ushers'll turn a blind eye as the lights go down and you slide into open seats. Cuz iffen you aren't seated by then you have to wait 'til intermission to goto yer seat.
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