The great performers, the ones no one ever forgets, the Maria Callases and Leontyne Prices, and I think now also the Victoria de los Angeleses, fully engaged our hearts, and they did this by fully engaging their own.
After a day of thinking, I feel very much that I no longer know what is Renée' Fleming's true heart. I find that it bothers me a lot that she has chosen to reinterpret so many classical pieces in a jazz album. Who is she really? When she sings Rusalka's "Song to the Moon," her heart is fully engaged, but where is it the rest of the time?
What I did on my summer vacation
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