Perhaps I'm not high-brow enough for Sondheim's work, normally at the opera I am swept off by the music — the drama, though important, tends to be secondary and the words are rarely a concern. I found myself exhausted by focusing on all of Sondheim's lyrics and marveling at how intelligent it all was. It is much more like a play that happens to have music, while most operas, at least in my view, are the exact opposite of that. It was a relief to hear Tosca the next day at Opera San José, even if I'm no fan of Puccini.
* Tattling *
Meat pies (pictured above) were served in the press room.