Once upon a time, in a land far away…before the days of muddy boots and crisp sandwiches, I used to be a singer. Sometimes, when the mood strikes and the veil lifts it happens again. And then a whole world opens up and I wonder, why did I ever leave this?
This was my favourite party piece (note- this is not me but the wonderful Cecilia Bartoli). Close your eyes and have a wee listen here. Now google the words, and see if you would have guessed it anyway. I love that line ‘Aprimi il peto, e vedrai scrito in core’ – Open my chest and see written in my heart’. Amarilli e il mio amore – Amarilli is my beloved.
It’s so moving and powerful, and a truly incredible song to sing. There is an overriding darkness to it, a sense of longing which is depicted beautifully in its musicality. I always did say it’s much easier to sing sad songs than happy ones. It is true you know.
Another piece I absolutely love is the Song to the Moon from Rusalka. Simple, beautiful, elegant with a storming crescendo finish. Divine.
Anyway, I started this ramble through pure excitement. Today I just booked to see Carmen! I was told that Glasgow has 5 theatres, and outside of London the Conservatoire is really one of the best in the UK (just going on what I’m told, no haters please!). I didn’t have a clue, and felt myself ashamed at being so ignorant.
So here we go, after many a teenage year singing arias I had no maturity to understand or appreciate, I am going to see my first opera. Really very exciting.
Here is a little taste of what’s to come:
Tiny Indian Girl Up A Mountain 