Men are led by their errant Albino Cave Dweller … or some such euphemism.

Irrational lust-driven amoebas captivated by the thrill of the lace.

Possession, whatever the cost, their primary goal. Sometimes the ever-so-brief castaway fling. Sometimes the obsessive compulsive must-have long-lasting desire.

Just like poor dumb old Don Jose, played by Jason; perfectly, i thought, wooden, stiff, out of his depth with delicious. flirty, flighty, flaunting Carmen.

Mind you it’d be a tad difficult not to be captivated by Carmen if you encountered her around the odd Gypsy campfire.

You want this one …

…See why?




Irrational, must-have desire: This eternal Cave-Dweller truth reinforced in Hobart at the Theatre Royal on Saturday night.

And set to cast its irresistible spell in Burnie this Saturday, April 21 (Carmen set to seduce audiences in Tasmania).

I am an ignorant man; sometimes reduced by late-night shiraz to an ageing lustful old drunk.

In terms of Opera I have an ignorant man’s love… I collapse when I hear Song to the Moon, I spontaneously build Babylonian temples in the garden when I put on Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves. That’s about it.

But I loved Carmen at the Theatre Royal; particularly Dimity. She was wonderful.

How good was her voice? More knowledgeable than I said, Very good. In fact, they said, they are all bloody good … Angela, Jason, Phillip, Lee, Kerry, Roger, Michael (Tassie boyo) … and the Tasmanian Opera Chorus …and the little kiddleywinks’ choir from Tassie, The South Hobart Primary School Choir … etc.

Take a bow guys. You enlarged me to simply ageing and lustful … and trying very hard to ignore the dreadful denouement of desire …

Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.

(Lullaby, W.H. Auden)