Cultured-ish

You won't believe where I was last night.

I was watching an opera at the CCP Tanghalang Nicanor Abelardo with my violin classmates. It was Tchaikovsky’s “Eugene Onegin,” produced by UST (Whooh! Go Uste!). It’s about a story of a man feeling sorry for rejecting a woman’s love. Morale: Frustration begets frustration.

It was nice, except that I don’t understand a shit – it was Russian. I had to buy an overpriced but worthless programme to understand what’s going on, only to find out that only one page was allotted for the story and the rest of the print were advertisements and the production's and the cast members’ crappy achievements. Even its layout was designed like trash. Hay, CCP.

Unfortunately, the dances were not well-choreographed. I like the costumes and the simplicity of the props though. I admire Russian, so It's fine.

But what I love about it was Tchaikovsky’s music – a real genius – and the orchestra responsible for the live music, including my Maestro Macazo hehehe. Bravissimo! Okay, fine, I’m impressed with the singers too.

By the way, did you know that Peter Il’yich Tchaikovsky, my favorite composer, was handsome and gay? Thanks to wikipedia for the info and the pic. Read this for more.

The last live play I watched before this was “Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah: Ze Muzikal” by Carlo Vergara, starring Eula Valdez and the fags. Wagi! Panalo ka sister! And before that, I think, was Miss Saigon, starring Leah Salonga and the brown and white people. Da best.

I appreciate now why we were exposed in such theatrical environments in high school - to have a feel of being a cultured brat. Hahaha. Kidding.

I’m looking forward to the next cultural experience. I hope that, by then, language barrier will no longer be an issue.

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