well, it goes like this:
my mom, who's only 87, is havin' her cradle robbed by this 95 year old geezer, under the premises 'o 'affection'.. & my dad just hardly more than 10 years ago, kickin' the bucket the hard way..
Oiiyyoiyy OOOiyyyy...
so.. i've comes 't see her, see, 't make sure this guy ain't ruinin' the family honor & all, only 't find he's intruced her to ... yaahhheeeghhhahhhgghh... *opera*...
now... i tried 't chew this stuff before, but even though them folks on the fancy stage do some amazin' warbley stuff with their lungs & tonges, like i ain't never heard before, it just reminds me too damn much of over-produced tv shows that have lotsa high falootin' language, or a million pieces of fuckin' eye candy, but don't really make any *sense*... except 't be something people can get all warbley *about*...
now.. i admit, it's all fancy & stuff.. kinda like star wars & the attack of the clones & whatnot, but.. man.. even if i was fucking *fluent* in italian, i dunn think i'd be able to make out 1 word of 10 about what they're all moon-howlin' about... jesus.. i understand wolves, better & i think those fuckers don't know italian, either...
so.. well mom seems to be likin' the stuff, so i figure i'll try & find out why, but all i can tell bt the end of "madam butterfly" is that somebody involved in creating this stuff is **evil**..
i mean, i never really thought about it before, but there;s only a few things i truly *hate*...
sappy sentimental & war mongering country western, 7/5 thrash-mosh, disco & corporate television / entertainment.. i *had* figured my aversion to opera was just ignorance, but after tonight?
i'm sorry.
that shit sucks.
this 'Ted' guy that my mom is seeing is *obviously* a bad influence on her..
'madam butterfly', 'adida'.. i mean all i've learned is that yuppies have been around since *at least* 1785..
goddamn..