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Holy Opera Crossover! This is amazing! Thank you so much for posting this! I've never heard La Leontyne sing anything like this!
Oh Chuck! I was seriously coveting your loft space! (Yours and Andrew Collins'!) :)
As far as I can tell, opening night was a big hit. It was far from perfect, but I appreciate blips that keep me in check for the next time. The best part though, was that I had one of those out-of-body experiences during the Act 3 "card" trio. You know, the kind that happens in the twinkling of an eye, but is so layered and overflowing with awareness that time must have stopped to allow for all the action and you can't believe how sharp and ready you must be to receive all of it? Yeah, that happened. My... Continue reading
Posted Mar 17, 2012 at The Best American Poetry
I wrote of my shame and fear yesterday, and suddenly I'm seeing this recently posted TED Talk by Brené Brown (a fellow fifth-generation Texan) who researches shame and vulnerability. Who knew?! Continue reading
Posted Mar 16, 2012 at The Best American Poetry
Carmen final dress rehearsal. Act II costume. Yesterday I mentioned a silent promise to do better, and I made good on it! I love making good on promises! Last night's rehearsal was more focused and I did not flub my French. I'm going to be so bold as to say that I think I made a downright sexy gypsy smuggler-lady! (Living the dream, people. Living. The. Dream.) Truth is, when I feel like I've done my best, it's not because the I didn't "mess up", it's because I told my part of the story as authentically as I could, and... Continue reading
Posted Mar 15, 2012 at The Best American Poetry
That makes me grin! Thanks, Bill! Now where's that convertible...?? ha!
As Mercedes... Never in my life have I had to contend with so much hair. It's so foreign and distracting that I actually tried to blame it for some of my mistakes in last night's orchestra tech rehearsal. Lame excuse, amazing wig. With each rehearsal comes a new layer of character, new opportunities and responsibilities. We began three weeks ago as ourselves, strangers in street clothes, safely tucked behind music stands and relative anonymity. The percussive accompaniment of the piano a subconscious metronome, keeping ensembles tight and harmonic textures even and easier to hear. Enter costumes, wigs, cigarettes and handkerchiefs,... Continue reading
Posted Mar 14, 2012 at The Best American Poetry
YES!! The pup was on duty and not too thrilled with my being there so long! He/she did not venture from its post, however.
Oh, Laura!! She's the best! Thank you for posting these clips! What I'd give to have her gift of timing...
I'm not a hipster, but my camera is. A strolling pianist, giving his hands a rest. I love a man in a suit. Hello, friend. Bonjour Julie (1971) by Joan Mitchell Square or round? Stood head and shoulders above the rest. Living room as downtown store front. Voyeurism made easy. The show opens in three days... Continue reading
Posted Mar 13, 2012 at The Best American Poetry
We're having fun playing with French vocabulary here in Birmingham. Our maestro is a charming Frenchman from Toulouse whose love of Carmen is contagious. His face is as expressive as any character's should be, and he's not so stereotypically French as to discourage our butchering of his native tongue outside of the score. Some favorites of the week: "Michaela's aria was gorgeuse today", or "je don't know where we are manger-ing", or the ever popular "Maestro, vous voulez the poulet avec the buffalo sauce?" It's not exactly Mérimée but it's a welcome divertissement! Truthfully, I'm not feeling particularly creative or... Continue reading
Posted Mar 12, 2012 at The Best American Poetry
You guys! Thanks for having me back! I said it before and I'll say it again: I'm not a writer. I sometimes try to parade as one, but really I'm a hack and am much more comfortable breaking out into song (because that's normal). I mean, I still can't adjust to putting only one space after a period! Why did that even need changing?? Propriety be damned! I shall stick to two. And yes, I sang that dramatic statement in my head. I'm writing from Birmingham, Alabama where I am singing in a production of Bizet's Carmen with Opera Birmingham.... Continue reading
Posted Mar 11, 2012 at The Best American Poetry
It's completely cliché, but the sky is bigger in Texas. It just is. Today's was cloudless and a crisp cornflower blue. The pecan trees are bare, the fruits of which have been gathered from backyards and given as gifts to family and neighbors. I took pecans for granted until I moved to New York. It pains me to pay so much for these nuts that dug into my bare feet anytime I ran outside. The annoyance becomes a commodity. I feel that way about my voice, too. I remember my brothers complaining to my parents, "why does she have to... Continue reading
Posted Jan 1, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
I came as a surprise to my parents. The product of a champagne brunch (must explain my bubbly disposition), I am the youngest of four children and the only girl. Understandably, I was simultaneously spoiled and benignly neglected. I got away with a lot and my parents were never hesitant to pass me on to any willing party. My mom's best friend is the founder and director of the Children's Chorus of San Antonio. When I was finally old enough to join, my mother promptly signed me up and bought herself a couple of hours of peace and quiet in... Continue reading
Posted Dec 31, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
I loved Laura Orem's post yesterday. Despite the distractions and worries, we keep trying to make the world a better, kinder place. From the heavy-hitting global initiatives set forth by The Elders to a group of young, impassioned filmmakers desperate to end the use of child soldiers in Northern Uganda, I marvel at people's commitment to live beyond mere survival to the promise of creation and sharing; to be revolutionary in the causes of humanity. Like our speck of a planet in an ever-expanding universe, our smallness is not insignificant, especially when we are called to step out into our... Continue reading
Posted Dec 30, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
what I sound like: This recording is from February 24, 2010 during my semi-final round of the Joy In Singing competition at the Bruno Walter Auditorium at the Performing Arts Library. I basically threw my flipcam at a friend in the audience and asked her to document. She didn't have much say in the matter. I'm pretty sure the text is familiar, but just in case: Going to heaven! by Emily Dickenson (1830-1886) Going to heaven! I don't know when -- Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I'm too astonished To think of answering you! Going to Heaven! How... Continue reading
Posted Dec 29, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
My undergraduate voice professor, the late David W. Jones, would lean back in his pleather avocado-green swivel chair and say "Darlin'." (This was East Texas) "You have got to stand flat-footed and sing your sounds!" He'd sometimes say other things like, "I've got to get a martini, or I'm gonna get the SHAKES!" He knew how he liked a voice - virile and well-supported, and he knew how he liked his gin - with just a glance of vermouth. January 30 will the be the five-year anniversary of his death. I miss him everyday, but he's always close at hand... Continue reading
Posted Dec 28, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
Last night my parents and I went on a little cultural excursion here in Alexandria, LA: A family field trip to the drive-thru daquiri shacks! That's right, folks! Drive-thru booze. There are 3 frozen watering holes close to home, so, like Melchoir, Balthazar and Kaspar, we followed yonder neon signage, giggling all the while, and singing verses of Good King Wencelas in honor of St. Stephen's Day. (That's what the Magi did on the way, right??) In honor of the approaching Epiphany, here's a re-write of We Three Kings accompanied by some photographic evidence of our silliness. Please sing as... Continue reading
Posted Dec 27, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
I'm from Texas, live in New York, and am currently wintering in Louisiana. I haven't the slightest clue what Boxing Day is. I never asked my Canadian former roommate and my English violinist-friend says it has to do with helping the less fortunate and "boxing" up charitable donations the day after Christmas. I choose to picture a voluntary, boozy, postprandial family slugfest celebrating making it through Christmas without incident. I'm pretty sure we're both wrong. Anyways, happy bank holiday to all my friends in the Commonwealth! (And happy first day of Kwanzaa, too!) I just want to get this thought... Continue reading
Posted Dec 26, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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