Monday, November 21, 2011
Did I tell you I used to sing opera? I've been thinking about that lately, because I've been dreaming about that lately. That's scary. Some thirty-forty years scary.
It's the reliving of my past life before death in slow motion over a period of, oh
let's hope some twenty years or something.
All I ever wanted to be was an opera singer. From the time I was really little and my mother played her Wagner operas on 78's. I'd act out what I thought was in the music on the living room floor. Then we'd play "Giselle" and I'd dance. I'd sing hymns and as I got older, I became fascinated with "The Tales of Hoffmann." I sang Antonia's aria to our dog "Boythorne's howling in the background.
Ah, those were the days.
Then, there was the audition and introduction to "In the Garden" a contemporary opera. (I'll have to look up the composer.) As a teenager, I was accepted. Two weeks later, the troop left the area to become beatniks in California. So much for my first attempt at singing in an opera company.
I sang in church. I sang in the living room. I sang for people I didn't know. I auditioned for the Liederkranz Foundation scholarship at eighteen, on a real stage, and was so nervous, forgot the words. Then won a scholarship to work with a teacher in Queens.
That was fun. We put on "La Boheme," somewhere in Queens. I played Musetta, my first real role in the opera. And, I had a crush on the tenor. He had to be in his thirties. I think I was glad when I got accepted into Manhattan School of Music.
My voice teacher was that Metropolitan Opera star Herta Glaz. Not only was she a great voice teacher, but a great human being. She took me under her wing. When I sang in Europe several years later, she took me into her home during the summers to coach me for some roles I was to sing at the Landestheater Coburg. I believe she's gone now. She died at a little over 100. Is that cool, or what?
Learning more about my opera life than you ever wanted of need to know, to be continued.
I'm on a schedule now. The horses get ridden Monday-Friday. They rest on Saturday and Sunday while I write and throw my computer against the wall. I might need to install padded walls.
Take care everyone. Have a great day. Help yourself to another blueberry muffin and don't fall into the lake. (just kidding. That's my virtual world, not my real one)