If a performance stays with you, it’s hit the mark. And if something about a show is still bugging you days later, you need to pay attention.

For me, this is true about Kepler and especially true about The Animals and Children Took to The Streets.

Disclaimer: I like quirky. Not mean-spirited, wacko-sociopathic. Just honest, inquisitive, skewed, in-your-face quirky.

Disclaimer 2: I want an opera to make me weep. Heartstring-thrummed waterworks or joyful sniffling. Even a single glistening tear perched at the eyelid will do. Salty, cathartic cleansing is one reason we keep going back to old-fashioned favorites like Aida, Tosca, La Bohème, Rigoletto. The human voice has that power: to move us to tears. At the opera, I want that experience. I want to hear those celestial voices.

Having made those disclaimers, here’s what happened.

I went to Animals not knowing what to expect and came away a believer.

I went to Kepler a (Philip Glass) believer and came away an agnostic.

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