Wilder Happenings: Boston Lyric Opera's "MacBeth"
(and what one wears to go see it)
Opera is in my blood. Literally. My grandfather Hugo Weisgall was a composer who wrote over ten operas; his last, Esther, was the season opener for New York City Opera's reopening in 2009. It therefore follows that I grew up listening to opera and classical music (my parents met when my father studied music with Hugo). In fact, when I was in elementary school the only music I listened to was classical, with the exceptions of big band jazz and the occasional Beatles or Rolling Stones album. You can imagine how embarassing it must have been to live through the Spice Girls and not know it, but that's for another post. I can assure you I'm more up-to-date these days.