A decade ago tonight, August 23, 2022, in a sexy, sweaty bar on E. 7th Street, One Ounce Opera artists poured their hearts and souls (amid skinned knees and torn zippers) into a raucous, vaudevillian-style showcase that officially launched the company.
In the decade since, we’ve poured ounces of opera into the hearts and souls of our sweet, sweet community. How did we get here?
You. We’re here because you supported the idea of the region’s first micro-opera festival, and then came out despite the ice. Or heat. Or rain. Or cold. You were more reliable than the US MAIL.
You jumped at the chance to drink beer with us while we serenaded and soothed, in lovely gardens or tiny clubs, in living rooms or beer halls.
You brought friends. Or relatives. Or both. And sometimes, those friends became relatives (how many couples met because of OOO?)!
But more than anything, you supported us and our punk-rock hearts, brave enough to boast that “opera isn’t obsolete, popular opinion of opera is.”
And you proved us right time and time again.
And now, with your support, the next ten years will be bigger, better, and brighter, using opera as our vehicle for deepening connection and community.