I was watching Opera today, which not a very common thing for me. I used to watch her when she was competing with good old Phil for the top spot in Chicago, but that was a million years or so ago. She used to have a show just like all the others, cheating husbands, run away kids, foods that will kill you, cheating wives, bad news of the day, cheating lovers. . .but then something odd happened-she became mind numbingly rich. And like the Beatles before her, she came to realize that she was put on this earth to do more than cry crocodile tears over people she could really care less about. Kevin Costner made Dances with Wolves and pretty much put an end to his superstardom, so far Opera has been able to avoid this fate. But she has kind of turned into the modern day Pied Piper of New Age silliness. Not that there is anything wrong with that, I like a lot of new age silliness. But just as when Shirley McClain was running around talking about good the vibes off a Pigeon Egg Ruby are, you can’t help but feel that if they didn’t have more money than God they might not be so bleeding happy about the state of the universe.
