Troy Game
At the age of 64 years and five months I saw my first ballet today. I gained a love of classical music by osmosis from my Dad. He listened to it all the time on the old BBC “Third Program”. But Dad’s taste was specific. Not for him were opera,(apart from the great overtures and choruses), ballet or chamber music. He relished the great symphonies and concertos of Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, Shubert and Brahms, and the oratorios of Handel, and his 19th Century imitators. And there was next to no regional ballet or opera in England. For those you’d have to travel to London – a whole 120 miles away! Besides which, in blue collar communities, ballet was conceived of as being snobbish, effete, and perhaps even “faggy”. When I moved to the USA I served in small towns and cities which had no ballet apart from amateurish Christmas productions of the “Nutcracker”. True there was the wonderful summer dance festival near Pittsfield at “Jacob’s Pillow”, but “I did not like ballet” so never attended ...