It's the night before juries(final exam for voice where I have to get up and sing songs in front of all the teachers and have them tell me why I suck), which means I'm going to be up until the wee hours of the morning driving myself crazy over whether I really know the lyrics and doubting if I'm going low enough on that flatted note and pulling my hair out because my high As on 'O mio babbino caro' are shitty and all over the place. Here are the three songs I'm doing, if anyone's interested.
'O mio babbino caro' is one of my favorite arias in pretty much the history of ever. It's from Puccini's "Gianni Schicchi". The song is sung by Lauretta, whose father isn't letting her marry the man she loves. In the song, she talks about how she loves him, wants to be with him, and will kill herself if they're kept apart, and begs for her father to have pity on her.
'Der Ring' from Robert Schumann's Frauenliebe und -Leben (Woman's Life and Love) song cycle. I've had a pretty serious love affair going on with this song cycle for the past few years and have done most of the songs in it. Rings should be exchanged any time now, which is appropriate considering the song is all about a woman gushing over her engagement/wedding ring.
I can't find a single recording anywhere of a woman singing this song. On the one hand, that makes sense since it's sung by a man in
The Student Prince. On the other hand, it's gender neutral and sits beautifully in a rounder, warmer female voice, so us ladies really need to start representing with this song. Trufax.
And because I feel like it, have a couple of my favorite modern songs.
Krzysztof Penderecki's
"Threnody for the Victims of Hiroshima" is one of those songs that never fails to get to me. It's beautifully hideous and hideously beautiful. It makes my hair stand on end and my soul cringe in the best way possible.
So, embarrassing story time. Consider it your reward for making this far. ;) I used to have recurring dreams about Milton Babbitt. And when I say recurring, I
mean recurring. The same dream night after night for
months. In the dream, he was chasing me around the quad of my old college in a golf cart, waving a score in the air, and screaming, "You'll never understand my music!" which is pretty much up there with 'water is wet' on the obvious statement scale. So, like I said, this went on for months, and eventually I broke down and told my voice teacher at the time about it. My voice teacher, who had performed at one of Babbitt's birthday celebrations and actually knew the man. Who then proceeded to write him an email and
tell him that I was having dreams about him. I don't know whether to be incredibly proud or ashamed of the fact that Milton Babbitt knew I used to dream about him. Either way, he passed away at the beginning of this year and the musical world's a little less for it. RIP, man. I can never see a golf cart without thinking about you. ♥