i love you fuzzy old opera albums that sound like they were recorded through three layers of shetland wool. i love you opera recordings where you can hear the footfall of the singer's blocking before they sing and it's like the sheer power of their throat is straining up and away through the muffled file quality. i love you opera recordings where you can hear the soft tidal roar of an entire audience shouting "brava" after a stirring aria. the vastness of the score and the voice that sings it and the venue, all tinny and soft -- and now i'm hearing it! me in my little room, and in my head the spacious stage with its paper snowdrifts. its audience with starched collars and mothball pantsuits. with me! while i knit legwarmers










