Okay, no. Different tack. Sleater-Kinney?*
Nope, Carmen. To be exact, Carmen’s first dittie, â€œLâ€™amour est un oiseau rebelle.” A.k.a. the “HabaÃ±era,” here rendered with signature gusto by La Divina.
Last weekend we heard the Metropolitan Opera’s Saturday radio broadcast of Bizet’s ever-popular opera as I was making blueberry pancakes, and the lil’ monkey was transfixed. The Met broadcast was something my mother used to listen to long ago when she was young. She used to do her ironing to it. For this reason alone — that I picture my mother, a young woman, in an apartment about a half-mile north of here, humming under her breath as she pressed the wrinkles out of the very few, likely very worn dresses she owned — for this reason alone, I have a soft spot in my heart for the Saturday Met broadcast. While she’s not here when I listen, she’s still here, somehow.