Saturday, March 26, 2005


Soon I will be traveling to Zurich again to see Cecilia in Giulio Cesare. If you want to see her in opera, Zurich is the place. Or you can wait for it to come out on video. She sings opera also in London these days.

I notice that Menotti’s The Consul is playing on the following evening so perhaps I will try to catch that, too. Once long ago I sang the mother part in that opera. She sings a wonderful lullaby to her dying grandchild, ending on a low F. I had a gorgeous low F in those days. Now it’s about the only note I do. It would be nice to see it again, in German this time. It’s an opera about people interfacing with bureaucracies—tragedy facing indifference. There is no role in the opera for the title character, who stands for the indifference of power.

I once sang a small part in Giulio Cesare, too, come to think of it. Cleopatra’s brother, I think. It was the last thing I did before changing careers.

Cecilia Bartoli is the sort of performer that inspires irrational passion, including my own. I have discovered that there is a place on the internet for the fans of Cecilia. It’s all very sensible. They appear to be serious people who would not want to write about Don Giovanni as Austin Powers.

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