It's over

It’s all over and I’m back home.  In a glorious afterglow.  What a treat!   Heaven … Valhalla … Elysium …   Moving Wotans, a lovely Siegfried, breathtaking lighting.  And the music …  

I'm not saying I liked everything – some of the singing (excessive wobbly vibrato) was very hard to listen to; one or two highpoints came and went without the slightest tingle.  And I couldn’t read the sub/surtitles.  But in the end none of that mattered to me at all: I was just knocked out by the sheer brass neck – the scale, the scope, the heights and the depths of the whole undertaking.   And the music ….  Totally totally overcome by the music.  And at last I am into the words as well.  Unending source of pleasures to come. 

Seriously on the lookout for the next objective ... a Budapest Ring in June 2015 … Tristan & Isolde at Longborough.  Now there’s a thing.

In the meantime, the Turner film on Friday might take my mind off Siegfried for a few hours.