Peepshow in practice

A couple of weeks ago I wrote a preview for Peepshow which opened last night at Campbell House.  Summarizing crudely, the idea was to present a show that broke down some of the barriers of formality that make the opera house intimidating and so open up the genre to a different kind of audience.  So did Peepshow do that?  The answer has to be “to some extent”.  There were four shows in four rooms and in an ideal world they would have each played at intervals throughout the evening and people would have been able to drop in and out as they chose.  The geography of Campbell House simply doesn’t make that possible.  It’s a 19th century house with stairs and corridors and fairly small rooms with mostly “do not touch” furniture.  Each room will only hold a dozen, in a couple of cases perhaps twenty people, in comfort levels ranging from OK to excruciating.  This means that audience members must be assigned to specific performances, rounded up and herded to their allotted place at the right time; or as close to it as possible as it always takes longer to herd an opera audience than anyone imagines.  And no drinks in the performance rooms.  Once in, for an admittedly only fifteen minute show, you are as stuck as in a performance of Parsifal at Bayreuth.  In other words, rather than a fluid experience it’s a series of chunks of more or less traditional concert hall broken up by some socializing at the bar.

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I find it somewhat ironic that while “traditionalists” want to return to the opera house experience of the 1950s, there are younger, more radical, groups that look more to the opera audience experience of the 1750s.  The argument goes “Young people don’t come to the opera house because of the experience.  It’s a stuffy crowd.  You have to sit still and quiet for hours in the hushed, darkened auditorium.  You can’t get trashed, just maybe a glass of wine at the interval if you are lucky”.  Thank you Mahler and Wagner with your Holy Temple of the Arts!  Whatever happened to going to the opera house to hang out with your friends, play cards and bonk that rather cute countess in the discretely dark recesses of her box?

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