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?
My next ghost needs no introduction
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