I've been going to the opera since I was a girl, at both the Metropolitan Opera and New York City Center. But few years ago I stopped going to the Met, I didn't know why. Though I continued to listen to the Met's Saturday live radio broadcasts. In Ireland, where I have a house, my evening bath is built around them. There's nothing nicer than sitting in the tub, imagining patrons caressing champagne flutes at the Grand Tier bar.
Then along came Macbeth, an opera I'd never seen, and I had to go. As I settled into my seat, everything seemed comfortably the same. But as the house lights dimmed and the crystal chandeliers rose upward, my heart rose with them.