Gorbuls have long been considered the musicians of the universe. We are widely recognized to have the finest voices and the greatest stage presence of all singing sentient species. I mean no disrespect to those sentient species who are incapable of singing, such as Muvins who can’t even hold a tune in the shower, or to who Slithnians who are physically limited to hisses. However, even those who do not participate in the noble art itself, can be good listeners, as long as they are polite and don’t resort to throwing things at the performers when they become restless. Thus, in order to educate the listening audience, I have outlined a few tips which can be universally applied to all venues from the intimacy of the drawing room to the grandiosity of the traditional galactic opera houses and anything in-between.
· Dress appropriately. Nudity for any species is discouraged – except for religious reasons.
· Check all weapons, especially noisy ones, at the door. Have no fear, your weapons will be returned to you after the performance as long as you do not lose your claim ticket.
· Do not throw things at the performers – especially quablum fruit for it is very smelly.
· DO hum along with your favorite tunes. Singing loudly is also encouraged provided you have a good voice and have been told you have a good voice by others.
· Body movement is also encouraged. However, please refrain from standing on your chair to do so.
· Refrain from climbing up on the stage to be part of the action, however tempting this may be.
· Those who are fungi-intolerant, should not eat mushrooms before the performance.
If everyone follows these simple rules, attending even the most formal operas will be enjoyed by all. In fact, I had the good fortune, just last week to attend a lovely production of Verdi’s Rigoletto at which the entire audience sprang to its feet to enthusiastically sing “La Donna e Mobile” .The aria was only slightly ruined when some over-excited Muvins drew out their swords and began hacking at the furniture.
Of course, my personal favorite remains Puccini’s “Quando me’n vo” which never fails to wrack me with sobs as I join Saranisi Moltonini in her poignant rendering of this toe-tapping favorite.
In fact, there are times when the call of music is so compelling that I am sorely tempted to throw off this mantle of ambassadorship and pursue a career on the inter-galactic stage.