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October 24, 2006
Look What I Did, Mum!
I had this photofitted of Maria as the Figaro Countess. Photo: Camden Police Station.
My insane soprano mate Maria (not her real name) said,
"Take now when we were at Guildhall. Every term I was soaking up the repetoire. I had me top F's out for Queen of the Night, me nice floaty B flats for Madama Butterfly; not to mention all that Germanist stuff like Wolf and Webern we did with your man Rudolf Piernay. But, now, when I was away home in the holidays, me mother would be always saying how what I was new singing was all very well, but "Ah, now, Maria: how about you give us a lovely, nice Barbara Allan?"".
Is there a ballet equivalent of this, I wondered. And I decided: yes there is.
Imagine slogging through a term's worth of rep classes covering Petipa,Ashton and Kylian, going home, and all your mother wants is the Birdie Song, the Hokey Cokey and a Conga round Morrissons.
There. Don't you love finding this kind of parallel between disciplines?
Posted by Madame Galina2 at October 24, 2006 09:39 PM |
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