I love the last act of Tosca. No matter how silly some of it may seem, the music is full of beautify and moves toward raw emotion. On today's broadcast, to me the singing seemed rough, musically, at times, yet it was so expressive that the audience responded. We're becoming such old stick-in-the-mud types that going out tonight to hear something unheard by us before (Streetcar Named Desire) is not an appealing prospect. We're put to shame by all those old folks who can barely hobble around.