Michael Malone - Weebly

"Oh, is it peut-être Puccini?" sighed Evelyn. "I'd
love some Puccini more than this movie."
"No, no, no," Mrs. Canopy explained. "Joe Tom
Steeler. Big D to High C. It sounds very original.
Perhaps we could all go next week. I believe I read
that all the singers are cows, I mean costumed as cows.
Mr. Steeler shows that life is simply one big dirty
cattle drive, from Dallas up to Chicago, and in his last
act he has everyone scrunched up in the stockyards,
and while they sing (you knew it was atonal, Walter,
didn't you?), apparently these giant mechanical axes
representing oil derricks smash them over the heads
until they're pounded beneath the stage floor. Oh, but
perhaps I shouldn't have told you the end. (You knew
the reviews have been almost vicious?)"
"Well, Tracy, they laughed at Wagner, too. Not
everyone can be as generous and open-minded as you,"
said Saar politely, ignoring Priss's secret smirk.
"Yes! Yes! Give him a chance, exactly!" Mrs.
Canopy's enthusiasm was not infectious, but it
persevered. "Mr. Steeler has worked so hard and long,
this is his twenty-seventh opera, and not one that you