Boy sopranos.

I went to see my daughter playing Pamina in The Magic Flute last night and I could hardly have been prouder. The music, the costumes, the whole production was stupendous. Except for one thing: the boy sopranos. They were excellent too but somehow that made it worse. Choirboys and angel-voiced boy sopranos have always creeped me out. There’s something not quite right about a sound so beautiful, pure and feminine emanating from the male of our species. Maybe it’s just me but I just can’t bear it and almost to expunge its weirdness, I had to listen to this as soon as I got home.