I have a cheap, staticy radio on my bathroom counter. It’s difficult to change stations because the reception is hard to nail down. So I just leave it in one spot and that’s been CBC 2 for a few years now. Their programming is wildly divergent. From beards and banjos hipsters to classical to opera to ethereal mood music in the later evenings. Depending on how my day is shaped, I find myself hearing music that might not be my favourite or at least might not be what I’m all that familiar with.
I didn’t grow up with opera. I’ve been to three or four. I embarrass my wife when I referred to The Barber of Seville as Bugs Bunny music. I’ve seen Aida and a couple more I don’t remember.
As I was shaving today, I was listening to an operatic piece that was so familiar. I couldn’t place it but I could hum along to it. Then I remembered. It was from Carmen. I didn’t know the name of the piece or that it was by Bizet. I knew it from The Bad News Bears. And I pictured Buttermaker with his ever-present beer and worn-out hat and wrinkly clothes. I wonder if Bizet would appreciate that.