So first I find out (I guess I should have known this) that if you buy a Family Circle ticket online because, oh, let's say that's all that's fucking left, you will be charged about 20% of the ticket price over again in fees. Same goes for phone.
I am you-know-not-how-cheap. Largely because I make you-know-not-how-little money. And then there's the matter of living sola, abbandonata, in questo popoloso deserto che appellano Brooklyn where the cotton, I mean the rent, is high. So I was all kinds of not into the fees, dragged my carcass into town at the crack of noon through untold service changes. I mean, for god's sake, I rode the Q train. Did you know there was a Q train? There is.
And then I shelled out the greenbacks and got seats that are apparently in the very heavens. So if the tone of my Rigoletto review is a little heady, you'll know it was the altitude sickness.
On the endless subway ride of death, I Genched it up on ipod, Leyla sings Maria Stuarda. Now, my eyes cross when I hear a certain breed of queen go on about how Nobody Sings Like Nordica Anymore...but the final scene? I'm listening to it again. I'd love to hear there's some kid out there with a trust fund that does not require that her career last long, and she sings like Leyla, but I'm not holding my breath.
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-pedantic mode on-
*abbandonata*
-/pedantic mode off-
What can I say, Italian isn't my second language or even my fifth. I do pretty well for an Americano.
If you're looking for a latter-day Leyla Gencer, check out Alexandrina Pendatchanska! Her voice is a little overvibrant for American tastes but in terms of temperament, dramatic intensity, vivid inflection, and fearless chest voice there's just no soprano like her singing today. You may remember her from "Ermione" at NYCO two years ago. She was a Cardiff finalist at age 18 and sang made her professional debut as Lucia in Bilbao the same year. Try the DVD of "I due Foscari" or "Roberto Devereux" or, on CD, best of all, "Parisina".
Rigoletto on the 13th? I'll be seeing you up in the golden heavens.
I too refuse to pay those extra fees. Going to the ticket window is the only way.
anonymous friend: I unfortunately missed Ermione, but remember the electrifying clip posted on Parterre. Is she singing in New York again soon, I hope?
Name sounds Bulgarian. Wonder if she's Bulgarian. What is in the water in that country that it produces such voices?
chalkenteros: look for me--I'll be the upset looking Swiss soprano with Inge Borkh lurking over my shoulder. You'll be shirtless in sunglasses, I trust?
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