Trailer Park Arias
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I will tell you this: it involves trailer parks and arias. (yay!)
[edit] Exited yet?
What do you want for free?
(This is all part of an assignment for BECA 670)
[edit] A brief description
Trailer Park Arias, or TPA, is a weblog written by a one-time opera singer of the high-baritone, lowbrow, variety. After a long series of mistakes, failures, lapses in judgment, poor decisions, and lifetimes of bad karma this baffled bloke finds himself living in a 28ft trailer - and hilarity ensues. Or at least it gives it the old college try when it isn’t sobbing under the covers. If there wasn't an opera written along these lines there sure ought to be. Po me!
The grounds of the estate on which the park rests are covered in the finest industrial concrete and, as far as location-location-location goes, it lays within spitting distance of both a Wendy's and a Walgreens! It frequently finds itself in the wet embrace of a frigid fog that protects its flock from the nefarious influence of the nearest star.
The upside for baritone-boy is easy access to a racy California freeway system channeling northward to his [University], culture, and heavily caffeinated society. A few short exits toward the southerly and one can encounter harmful solar rays shooting delightfully down amidst a plethora natural wonders including a host of open space preserves infested with deer, coyote, and the ever elusive puma, the Evinrude of North American predators. Vacant stretches of cliff-encrusted shoreline secrete within an easy bike ride where one can walk or jog with plenty of places to do push-ups, sit-ups, and meditate to the sea song. It’s not a bad place to do add some lyrics to the tune either if you need some place to stretch out the vocal chords without serenading those wiley trailer part neighbors.
[edit] What else
The bandwagon, or fan-wagon, for the blog is still under construction. While there is little chance of being hit by falling debris, readers are asked not to stand too close to the workers, not to take pictures without leaving a tip, not to smack their gum, chew with their mouths open, vote Republican, tailgate, pontificate, or sexually harass the blogger -unless you happen to be a human being and mildly educated.
[edit] Opera, huh?
Yeah, that’s right. You got a problem with that? A little high culture in the diet never killed anyone, unless they happen to have one of the leads in a stage production. High mortality rates in singers abound, especially in the Italian works. They sure do like the dying and death-throes and all kinds of mourning quite a bit, topped off with a fine cabernet. La Boheme is the only exception that comes to mind, not that TPA should be considered the opinions of an expert, just the unscrubbed rantings by one cursed with a connoisseur's tastes and a porter's purse. You might think it's better to ignore this scorned genre but be brave! Don't plug up your ears like Ulysses’ crewmen scrambling madly for the open wine dark sea, muses safely in the rear-view. See, death awaits us all, except for Odysseus who goes on to be immortalized by Armand Assante in a rather underrated television performance. Tie yourself to the workstation if you must but live boldly and drink in these ballads free (thanks to YouTube). Life is short. And some of this stuff is actually pretty good.
