did Antonio Salieri really offer his chastity to the God for a little recognition?

who knows the answer to this question?

certainly not me.

but I’d bet he thought about it.

I'll tell you this: if I was in his shoes I'd do it.

I'd do it in a freakin' second.

in the meantime, my one act operetta

languishes in the ozone of the unknown

while hyper-sensitive Puccini gets another record contract.

so Mimi died ! sure I wept. I'm as human as the next guy.

but big freakin’ deal ! in my operetta everybody dies !

all the stars die and even the mop-pushing stagehand gets it in the end.

how tragic. how utterly human. how perfectly operatic !

but,–– I dunno.

It's a crowded field out there with every Tom Dick and Henrietta

jockeying for limited prime positions.

I should try a different approach.

but there's little room for: "live and let live" at the opera.

It’s just the way of it.