7 Reasons Young People Should Go To The Opera
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I’ve been to the opera quite a lot for someone my—let’s go with “millennial”—age. There was that time I splurged on tickets for my mom’s birthday, that time I got baller discounts, and those times my ridiculously generous friend bought box seats and we basically acted like a band of Monopoly guys for the night. There were many many more times, too. A colleague noted that I “opera a lot,” and it’s true. I do. Though the experience is almost always an arduous slow-crawl, I keep going back. I love it all, from the hyper-real grandness to the unbelievable talent to the septuagenarian, fur-hatted audience.
Yet, it’s easy to see why places like the Met are ailing in sales: young people just don’t go. It’s too expensive, too arcane, too massive. To be sure, the onus is on the opera houses to do a better job of catering to the young; but there are still many reasons why young people can enjoy the experience right now.
1. You’ll Never See Finer Masters of their Craft.
To be a singer, musician, costume designer, set designer, prop guy, or even a coat checker at the Met, you have to be the best in the world. In the world. The collective training in an opera house makes Broadway look like Instafame. The opera is the very pinnacle of human ability and creation. It’s not every day that you find yourself in the presence of total mastery, all tightly packaged just for you. It’s a very moving experience, and I’ve cried more times at the opera than I care to admit.
One time, during a particularly climactic scene that was all cymbals and spine-tingling soprano, I noticed a spirited pit band member going to town on a triangle, just “ping”-ing for his life. That dude was living his truth, and you know he has a million degrees. I loved him so much in that moment that I teared right up. I barely had to get through college to do what I do, and yet more young people will read this post than go to the opera this weekend. That’s not right. The master triangle player deserves way more love.
2. That BUILDING, Tho.
Whoever thought it was a good idea to clad an entire building interior in red velvet is a true hero (PS, it was this guy’s idea). The Met lobby feels like a Communist fever dream, or the scene of an ’80s gangster movie shootout. It’s a strange, rare glimpse into old luxury that’s neither deco nor Gothic nor anything else that defines most New York architectural gems. You can’t get a more immersive kitsch experience, and we all know young people love that kind of sh*t.