In 1982 I had just relocated to Greensboro, NC. I saw that the local state-run gay college was producing an opera that they called La Traviata.
I knew the work and bought a ticket.
As the curtain rose, I heard the familiar strain of the overture. At the opening of Act One, I heard an unfamiliar warble.
Turned out, they were singing it in English.
I returned to the box office and asked the commie working there if the Opera was La Traviata it whether it was The Traveler.
The little shit said it was an English production because the singers couldn’t pronounce the Italian language. He refuse my request for a refund due to false advertising.
I walked out.
In 1982 I had just relocated to Greensboro, NC. I saw that the local state-run gay college was producing an opera that they called La Traviata.
Had to be UNCG, where the women are women and the men are, too.
OY! They weren’t going to get very far as opera singers!