Ch ch ch ch changes

I want to tell you about two opera world things that touched me in the last 24 hours. Yesterday, a colleague reached out to tell me about their current rehearsal situation. It’s, how you say, fraught, with lots of people struggling for various reasons – and the person being made … Continue Reading →

Nest

No matter what else has happened in the last two weeks, I’ve had an incredible run of good housing karma. Those who wander know this is no small gift from the travel gods. We’ve all weathered the lost reservations, the hair in the sink, the loud party next door, the … Continue Reading →

Chasing pavements

I build myself upAnd fly around in circlesWaiting as my heart dropsAnd my back begins to tingleFinally, could this be it, or Should I give up?Or should I just keep chasing pavements?Even if it leads nowhereOr would it be a waste?Even if I knew my place, should I leave it … Continue Reading →

Sweet silver song

“Laaaaa speeHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEraaaanzaaaaa!” Mom touches my hand and lets her head fall back in an exaggerated pose of pleasure, a midwestern lady’s gentle goof on the old-school flood of operatic emotion. I bathe happily in the pre-digital sound, my aural nostalgia adding sugar to one of Puccini’s sweetest lines. The old … Continue Reading →

That’s a wrap

I finished my last scene for INTERSTATE today. I’m sitting at a small cafe near where we shot that final bit of B-roll, at the end of an exhausting and exhilarating week, feeling I’m not sure what. I’m used to walking offstage with a sense of completion. A live performance … Continue Reading →