So It Goes

It is with some degree of parental pride that I find myself having a small moan about the cost of having musical offspring.

I like to go to the concerts that I can and therein lies the dichotomy. Because as the concert agenda accelerandos, in direct contrast my bank balance suffers some serious dimenuendo (and yes the use of semi musical terms is intentional).

There are seven of us heading to The Pearlfishers soon to hear my second son do his chorus role with Opera Queensland.  My husband puts on his white scarf and usually takes his opera binoculars, as befits the opera buff that he is. 

Of course, his status would be seriously downgraded were anyone to notice our seating arrangements, sitting in nose bleed territory on balcony two of the Lyric Theatre.

This is counter balanced by a visit to see son number three in The Ten Tenors in August, and sadly not trumped by own Abba extravaganza as a member of the QPAC choir. I hadn’t realised the impact of potentially seeing a choir of about 100 people in lycra (If this is what he expects, he will be disappointed, but less disappointed than if we actually wore it).  

QPAC has become something of a second home, as both audience member and performer.  The cost may be a few dollars, but the pleasure derived by being a part of it all cannot be measured in any tangible way.  I can't wait to enjoy the singing in all its forms, lycra or not.    - Linda Muller