An opera about Bill O’Reilly and the producer who sued him for harrasmentdebuts in Seattle next week. “I came up with the idea of making Bill O’Reilly sing on Halloween morning, 2004. The weather was dull and chilly. I sat at the edge of the bed, drowsy and somber while this thought coursed through my mind. Whether it was the previous night’s combination of cheap wine and homemade beer coming back to exact its revenge on me or pure, old-fashioned inspiration, I’ll never know. All I was really aware of was that if I didn’t write this piece, nobody would.”