From the moment I knew it existed I have loved it more than all the others. I can see vividly in my mind’s eye standing before the student ushering sign-up sheet for the San Francisco Opera and having no idea what to see. My fellow students said “Der Rosenkavalier.” As one. I also remember vividly sitting in the aisle on the right side of the balcony circle, feeling like a voyeur as Elisabeth Schwarzkopf and Kirsten Meier sang their love scene on the bed.
I remember holding the program under the lights that shine onto the stairs. WTF. I didn’t swear in those days. It seemed more real than any theatrical performance I had ever seen. The Schwarzkopf loomed large over this role. I was hooked.