Tag Archives: opera

Remember that.

1 Jul

By the time this post publishes, I will probably be running around a yet-known Philadelphia train station with two large suitcases in tow, attempting to figure out how to get onto the right train to take me to New Jersey. Regular SEPTA patrons, I ask that you treat me with compassion and kindness, as I am inevitably bound to look like a COMPLETE AND TOTAL IDIOT. Just smile and nod and pretend like you agree that navigating the transportation system is hard. I’m a Girl Scout, y’all, and I can tell you how to get back from the middle of nowhere with nothing but your fingers and a stick, but… put me in front of a train schedule and my eyes go sort of go wonky and I feel like I’m taking crazy pills. Let me give you a little glimpse into what I’ll look like:

…I’ll figure it out. Anyway.

New Jersey. My first summer program.

I’m pretty much totally alone, horribly excited, and a little bit terrified, but, ready or not, I begin tomorrow and here I come. I could write in depth about the myriad feelings I’ve got, being away from my voice teacher, my mom, my friends, my cat, my school, my safe comfortable musical womb, etc. I’ll spare you that and let you know that I’ve got to remember:

“The youngest you can ever be is when you can sing and enjoy it.” – Leontyne Price

“I want to sing like birds sing: not wondering who is listening and what they think.” – Rumi

“He who sings scares away his woes.” – Miguel Cervantes

“Singing is a form of admitting I am alive.” – Alfredo Kraus

“Why are you stingy with yourselves? Why are holding back? What are you saving for–for another time? There are no other times. There is only now. Right now.” – George Balanchine

“Do not fear mistakes. There are none.” – Miles Davis

And, perhaps most of all:

Time for an adventure. Here we go. Wish me luck.

On My Plate: FRIED PICKLES Edition

17 Jun

I’m still cooking up a storm… here’s what I’ve been up to the past few days:

Following my stuffed chicken excursions last week, I decided to try Jalapeno Popper Stuffed Chicken Breasts from Skinnytaste. I substituted serrano peppers for jalapenos (they were out of fresh ones at the supermarket [TRAVESTY]).

I also tried my hand at skillet-sauteeing some pork chops– I made pork chops with mushrooms and shallots. If you haven’t noticed, I’m minorly obsessed with sauteed mushrooms. I’m not interested in seeking help for my addiction.

And because I can’t be ALL FANCY SCHMANCY GOURMET ALL THE TIME, for Game 1 of the NBA Finals (IF YOU’RE NOT ROOTING FOR THE THUNDER GET OFF OF MY BLOG) I made oven fried pickles and baked chicken nuggets! My mom had never had fried pickles before, and though oven fried doesn’t exactly mirror the taste of DELICIOUS PICKLES FRIED IN GREASE YUM YUM YUM, a world without something resembling fried pickles is not a world I wanted my mother to live in. She liked them a lot! SUCCESS.

And we won.. Game 1. Let’s not talk about Game 2.

This post is Kevin Durant Approved. (okay not really but a girl can dream)

Winner, winner…

15 Jun

One of the really cool things about the Internet is that I get to interact with people like me. And now you’re thinking:

duh

Seriously, though, it’s pretty sweet. Since I don’t live in one of the major opera metropolises (that day’s a-comin’ soon), I have to stay updated on all the Great Operatic Goings-On somehow. And given the recent Opera News/Metropolitan Opera debacle, it’s safe to say that I feelĀ mostcomfortable getting my information from THE PEOPLE. You know, the people whose butts are actually in the seats.

the people, who occasionally look like this

The “people” in this case being other musicians, music-lovers, and bloggers like myself. All jokes aside, I don’t merely read other music blogs to get an unfiltered idea of what’s going on in The Business, I read them to learn about other singers’ journeys in this admittedly wacky, beautiful, and sometimes horribly unfair world. So, yeah, I get something out of it. The path to success in the music world is as individual as a fingerprint, and I’m grateful to be able to shake hands–if only virtually–with others.

BUT SOMETIMES, I WIN THINGS, AND IT’S EVEN BETTER.

My name was chosen at A Liberal’s Libretto for a nifty little Naxos America prize package, pictured here:

I don’t particularly have the money to buy opera DVDs.. or opera CDs, let’s be real, so FREE STUFF! FREE OPERA! FREE ART SONG! is welcome. Thanks to James (and Naxos America) for hooking me up with Simon Boccanegra (featuring Placido Domingo and Anja Harteros), a Szymanowski opera I’m excited to dig into (King Roger), and baritone Dmitri Hvorostovsky’s Rachmaninoff album.

So.. today, I’m a winner. Pardon me while I clutch my trophies.

Creature of Habit

14 Jun

Habits. As a singer, I spend a lot (and I mean A LOT, you guys) of my time attempting to rid myself of the bad ones.

Still, there are some habits–singing and otherwise–that I embrace fully. One of these is the lunch I’ve had every day this week. Turkey salad sandwich, ten saltine crackers, and a nice big glass of peach tea. No, I don’t get bored. I added the fresh strawberries today for a FUN TWIST ON AN OLD FAVORITE.

Hate on me, haters, but this is one habit I will not be seeking to break any time soon.