I haven’t posted much this week, mostly because I hate writing those “today I got up. Then I walked to the window. Then I ate a sandwich” play-by-play posts. We have been working so hard here and been so busy that I haven’t had time for any of the Deep Thoughts that I take such pride in sharing on my blog.
In lieu of Deep Thoughts there has been plenty of Little Advances and Hard Work, which is why I am here. Masterclasses and coachings have kept us busy, and I have learned so much from watching my colleagues on stage. We sang a truly lovely concert in a botanic garden a few days ago. The setting was so beautiful it made up for all the challenges of singing outside.
Last night was the mainstage production of Carmen. We had guest artists singing principal roles who had also been the faculty this week, and all of the Young Artists sang in the chorus. Having just done the show a year ago with BOC, I really enjoyed spending more time with the score and the drama. The orchestra was rip-roaring, the principals were to die for, and the audience was thrilled.
There is something nice about getting out of the big cities. Last fall and winter I did a few gigs up in New Hampshire, and it was a completely different world. Everyone was so friendly, our venues fed us, and people said things like “you have the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard!” You just don’t find that audience warmth in the big cities.
Speaking of big cities I just walked away from my computer and left it unattended. Apparently in Colorado people don’t steal things, which has been another bit of culture shock. When I wrote my earlier post entitled “all the doors are unlocked” I didn’t realize how much of a theme that would be here.
Despite all its charms, I am ready to leave the middle of the country and head back to my beloved coast. In a few days I will fly out back to the land of fast walkers, rude drivers and blunt neighbors. Steamboat is charming and kind and picturesque, but I will take real over picturesque any day. I am glad there are people who cherish this place the same way that I cherish New England, whose ‘real’ doesn’t include a gritty neighborhood and a can lady, or a Podunk hometown.
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生存乃是不斷地在內心與靈魂交戰；寫作是坐著審判自己。. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
心平氣和~祝你也快樂~~..................................................