Carmina Burana review
Jan. 18th, 2009 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alobearTonight was the long-awaited double-Dave-birthday-trip to Carmina Burana at The O2 Centre.
They started off with 40 minutes of Verdi, which was excellent - I've always liked choral music, and this was a good selection.
Carmina Burana itself was fascinating, even though I had absolutely no idea what was going on. It involved the choir, the orchestra, three soloists, and a whole host of performers who acted out what the various songs were about. There were angels, demons, tree people, bird people, jousting, a burning cross, a large cannon, brightly-dressed clowns (some with humungous breasts), puppets, bathing beauties, simulated sex, a poor swan who got it in the neck and, at one very memorable point, a giant spoon.
Absolute nonsense from start to finish, as far as I was concerned, but highly entertaining, and the music was brilliant.
As Dave agreed on the way out, though, the over-riding thought we both had at the end was, "I wouldn't have wanted to be wearing one of the flaming hats."
Then, of course, came the inevitable problem with The O2 Centre (which I always conveniently forget between visits) - it took us *three hours* to get home!! While the hundreds of people who left the moment (or in many cases before) the show ended really irritated me with their rudeness, three hours later I could kind of understand where they were coming from...
I have gym class in less than eight hours - sigh.
They started off with 40 minutes of Verdi, which was excellent - I've always liked choral music, and this was a good selection.
Carmina Burana itself was fascinating, even though I had absolutely no idea what was going on. It involved the choir, the orchestra, three soloists, and a whole host of performers who acted out what the various songs were about. There were angels, demons, tree people, bird people, jousting, a burning cross, a large cannon, brightly-dressed clowns (some with humungous breasts), puppets, bathing beauties, simulated sex, a poor swan who got it in the neck and, at one very memorable point, a giant spoon.
Absolute nonsense from start to finish, as far as I was concerned, but highly entertaining, and the music was brilliant.
As Dave agreed on the way out, though, the over-riding thought we both had at the end was, "I wouldn't have wanted to be wearing one of the flaming hats."
Then, of course, came the inevitable problem with The O2 Centre (which I always conveniently forget between visits) - it took us *three hours* to get home!! While the hundreds of people who left the moment (or in many cases before) the show ended really irritated me with their rudeness, three hours later I could kind of understand where they were coming from...
I have gym class in less than eight hours - sigh.
