I have like 7 pages left and I’m fairly sure I’m not gonna make it to the end this month. Damn my wish to read ~significant mythology shit~…
And on another note, I’m currently switching between the Aeneid, Works and Days and some Villon poetry and I have Kalevala lying around somewhere too while the things I should be reading are To Kill a Mockingbird and MY FUCKING HISTORY NOTES OH MY GOD
1. Which dead opera singer would you resurrect to hear them perform live?
SO MANY. You have no idea. After some reading this weekend, I’ll say Maria Malibran, but seriously, you could give me Senesino or Baglioni, Lotte Lehmann or Birgit Nilsson, and I’d be the happiest puppy.
2. What’s the sexiest opera moment you’ve ever experienced?
Di, cor mio in the Stuttgart Alcina, or Ah, perdona al primo affetto in the Salzburg Clemenza.
21. Tell us about the emotionally-getting-hit-by-a-mack-truck feelings your first opera experience induced (When you finally GOT IT)
It must have been the ROH Traviata with Gheorghiu; no, it wasn’t my first opera experience (that’s Bergman’s Zauberflöte adaptation), and most certainly not a live one, but it was the thing I was deeply touched by when I watched it as a child. It was like getting hit by a truck, I’m sure, even though I can’t recall any exact sensation. But that’s what ‘getting it’ is about, at least for me: being utterly overwhelmed with feelings because of a piece (or a performer, or a combination of the two) has found the way to resonate with you.