Written by Natalia Di Bartolo —
In the summer, you know, every cloister, courtyard, porch, outdoor corner, especially Italian towns renowned for their tourist value of, is filled with events and among these, of course, can not miss d concert opera diva ’Meanwhile, he tans on vacation on the nearby beach.
Ovviamente, our three regular viewers, the fussy, the patient and good mouth, beware: never miss the best events!
“Gran Concerto lirico di mezza estate under the falling stars of San Lorenzo ": event title chosen by three…The viewer demanding I chose wisely, after being informed of all events in Italy throughout the summer, since it is one of the most interesting and that only you can afford, for availability and economic distance from home; the spectator became patient guide only having heard of the diva and the relative proximity of the place; What good is persuaded by her friend, second soprano in the choir of his hometown, who claims the star protagonist of the concert being one of the most talked about on the square; and takes advantage of the fact that the octogenarian aunt Ernestine weddings a stone's throw from the historic medieval environment where the event of lyric: good to rest, eat and stay, on the pretext of visiting his beloved relative after years of total oblivion.
“Lyric "This term, abused, borrowed from and lent to music Literature, does not go down to the viewer demanding…"The Lyric writing Leopards!" snorts the poster affixed rereading the historic walls of the town where he went to coach, from the House at two in the afternoon, 49° in the shade, 98% humidity. Night return? Uncertainty of the evening, but to hear the much vaunted diva live, finds the Middle…on foot, provided they satisfied!
Concert starts: h. 21.00. "Tarduccio…"reflects deceiving waiting five hours suffered for lack of coincidence of the hourly bus, visiting the historic monuments of the medieval town and savoring the subtleties of intepretative diva. Still don't trust if we do not listen with their ears: Mumbles the now historic phrase: "I want to hear!" and in the meantime he fiddles with concert ticket purchased on the internet more than six months earlier.
The patient Viewer started by car with his wife, teenage son because he refused to follow their parents. And’ arrived a few hours before, just in time to park outside the city walls, walk uphill, the four kilometers of the historic cobbled Street in volcanic stone, closed to traffic and the glowing Sun, which divide it from the place, buy tickets (Needless to do so sooner there is hot and there won't be much people) and , as soon as they are open to the public, go sit in their seats with his wife at his side. "You put high heels? I told you! "
The audience of good mouth He arrived at the last moment, still munching the treats from Aunt Ernestine, because rightly "Starts late and then we get hungry", but he never visited the city in his life: he knows only the downtown bar.
"Where the hell will this courtyard in the Cistercian friary, now the "World Cultural Center International dissemination of Opera in the audience of music lovers and Connoisseurs newbies"?”. Entering a store, ask the tobacconist and finds him asleep behind the counter. "Maybe…"he awoke with a start,"…It should be opposite the bakery there in piazza, a little further on, turning the corner left…There…Yes! "exclaimed, twirling your arms"…I think that is where you see those white umbrellas, coffee below the greengrocers…and then immediately turn right…Maybe, arrived there, ask again…"And we're back in his sleep Says. Gets a thumbs up to the population informed of the tourist spots.
In short, appropinquandosi the start time, walked all three of our viewers and their escorts in the monumental Cistercian friary, home of C.M.C.D.D.I.D.L.T.I.P.D.M.I.E.N., a huge space are absolutely with a gigantic and highest stage, a grand piano exposed to moisture from three in the afternoon and swollen like a floating log, few Spotlight directed one right and one left powerful means of amplification and ready for this purpose.
The fussy looks around dazed, sees the microphones, trasale and horrifies: "Oh my God! The amplified diva?! But how can you? I told! Too open place: absolutely unfit to perform concerts! Here pious friars strolled after reciting the Vespers, but silent! This site is not designed to accommodate the sounds and more of an Opera concert…But even whispering voices in prayer, but even birds chirping! How did they organize an event here so relevant? " Already seething anger…Fortunately it is in the front row. SA which is not ideal, but loves to watch as well as listen to and then it is a concerto for voice and piano: want to see the hands of the pianist. He booked the place online audience still empty and now you can enjoy the privilege.
The patient and his wife notice the microphones, but justify them, given the outdoor environment historically so seductive; don't fare badly in places, except his wife, who felt their own a little’ side…"We do?" And, triumphant, sits in place of her husband, imagining a better view on the toilet diva.
To mouth good, came free with soprano's friend who got the tickets reserved (both the Mayor and the Alderman are never and if they are moving) alerting the day before, a colleague of cousin's press officer in your organization, you realize just how there face less warm than expected, praises in his heart, the choice of the ancient Conventual friars, it flies with the program and relaxes.
And, in the end, that's all sitting places. Programme, exceptionally free for bystanders, microscopic Letters printed near the face color blow-up of the diva and the name unknown native pianist…In the twilight, the most willing are able to read it.
On the programme:
Twelve Arie da Camera by a. Chapman
Range
O mio babbino caro from "Gianni Schicchi" by g. Puccini
Peace, peace from "La forza del destino" by g. Verdi
Der hölle rache, from "Die Zauberflöte" by W.A. Mozart
Stride la vampa from "Il trovatore" by g. Verdi
The viewer demanding first eye rolling eyes and then indignant: "who does he think he is? But even Callas! Of course I will ruin the voices: they don't know what to sing. And’ a light coloratura and a lyrical, more or less, a drama or a mezzo-soprano? I hate these classifications, but it is impossible that he can sing anything! And then begins with the Arias from this Chamber Aleandro Cozzi…”
The law program: "Aleandro Chapman (1898-1998)genius, Sopramonte di Sotto. The "Twelve weighted long Arias" are considered his masterpiece, the opera collection "Sofronide and P.s."; they were composed between 1904 and 1964, inspired imitation tostiana Arias, on the same rhyming verses Cozzi. Were brought to the forefront and made famous by great tenor Rocco Strozzagalli (1925-1972)He glory of that town and that has italic there called the Gran Teatro Comunale Opera ".
"But those [...] was this Chapman? "it does escape into the viewer demanding assonance involuntary, flying the program," and this Strozzagalli? Famous? Inspired imitation Arias? Orroreeee!!! Twelve? Will be boring! And I that I didn't bring my whistle that I used at the Arena of Verona when The Damned He directed the 30th recital of dozing’Aida: too bad! " And grinds her teeth angrily, shaking his head. "We will listen to!"
Lo spettatore paziente ha la sensazione che in effetti qualcosa non quadri, in quel programma, ma attende gli eventi fiducioso. Lo spettatore di bocca buona si esalta: conosce solo i nomi degli autori (tranne il Cozzi), e qualche titolo in italiano, ma leggendoli così celebri, tutto sarà all’altezza della fama di chi canta: : “Peccato, brindisi La Traviata is missing!” – detects – "Though…What a program! "
But all of a sudden, twenty minutes after the announced start time, nature suspends its course, time stops in respectful tribute: the diva appears on the stage, accepted by the enthusiastic applause of fans arrived in convoy the day before to crowd the bed and breakfast more cheaply and stalls, sguinzagliandosi everywhere.
Eccola: capelli corvini appena usciti da sotto il cappellone di paglia da spiaggia e sbigodinati di fresco a boccoli, red dress shimmering taffeta bow hard geisha in the middle of side B, asymmetrical hem duly with panoramic sight on the right leg and groin, sideways, even on the left; decollete complete with tanning signal on front/back neckline, lush boobs just redone and humeri plentiful and well turned to wind, Giants and rhinestone necklace flashing lights, chandelier earrings and 12 laminated wedge heel. A vision!
The Viewer, however, more demanding than watching her watch the microphone stepped in front of. He growled, annoyed and then finally notices of glittery necklace and truccatissimo face that resembles that of the program, but it has something different…But what? "That's what!" in a sudden illumination: twenty years and three or four lifting and tweaks to cheekbones and nose!
Finally it is dark and the concert begins: the viewer demanding has tachycardia, the patient holds breath, to good mouth chew the last trick stolen from Aunt Ernestine and smiles, ready to enjoy the show.
The program begins with the first of twelve Chamber Arias Cozzi, made famous by the Strozzagalli but has been adapted for soprano. And already, before the opening of the flaming lips, divine, expertly modeled by dinghy from the best aesthetic chiururgo of the square, the viewer demanding international asks: "but I will get the vocals?"
In fact the diva did not do them, because he delayed in arriving because of the car of the organization that would have brought her to the beach to the convent, but that was not reached because the driver's wife had had a sudden labor pains.
At the last minute, the phone protesting the direction, the diva, who had gone to sea alone leaving baby fresh baked to a bevy of founding and babysitting, had to call a taxi from Lido. But the traffic police, inflexible even in front of his inviting smiles, had not let through the old town to the absolute prohibition of car entrance in the pedestrian zone: the taxi was abusive.
Screaming and attached to the phone, the diva had therefore made walk, sundresses, shanell, campaign hat and goggles now OWL city is back, all the way up, the front door to the walls at the convent, and had barely had time to get dressed and put on makeup, assisted by adoring fans who wait at the entrance of the convent by 7 a.m.…"Next time I want to the limo!"exclaimed furious upon arrival, ending the call and extracting the smoldering end from shanell. But the voice was not worried: with Chapman would sure loose…And then, there was the microphone: he had specifically requested…
Come now in the limelight and into the spotlight, which, ignoring the proscenium, especially on top of the reflective, piano heels 12, the diva, peaking in the middle of the stage, throws a look to the audience: majority of men! Well! And turns skillfully by three-quarters in favor of glances exploring and microphone, minding the lectern with the score, hoisted at knee height, don't cover the legs: grabs him like a broom stick and move it to the side. So what if no glasses doesn't see anything? Knows everything by heart and then will also improvise, right?
Start: pianist that, with sweeping gesture and ecstatic smile toward the viewer demanding that trembles, seems to attack at least a piece by Rachmaninoff. Rests, instead, about three and a half fingers per hand on the keyboard, the gives the ’ agreement and stops.
In the silence, vocal attack regularly with sudden increase vertically to grasp the tone. Voice that hisses, head fixed, polyphonic choral style of the parish.
The pianist reeling with the times because La diva peels off and the League, the acciacca appoggiature and endorses the cues…However it does as if he wanted to kiss the microphone and with such grace to arouse thrills of sensuality in the stalls. Occasionally forced to support your breath or the neck veins popping. Why pull out the harmonics so soon? The diaphragm rest as much as possible and the mask also: in this heat, the makeup will last longer and fresh scars of the last facelift is less they will iron. The treblethen they fixed: give more sense of romantic Arias from 50 's Lounge late imitation 800 and pay homage to the expertise of Strozzagalli, master of falsettone doomed for piano and pianissimo. The song is also a question of good taste!
Paralyzed by the’horrorstill, half of the first air, the Viewer is already demanding a beast: "But what fit? But what are they singing? Where's the voice? That Andy unworthy is this? There are eleven more! ".
The spectator patient knows how certain choices, adaptations and interpretations are somewhat arbitrary, but sometimes for his patience, clear eyes and waits for the Arias fail. To listen no good: it has too much to do to look at the diva's legs and over twelve Arias arrives to examine also the sufficiently boobs…Reserve the rest of the exhaustive inspection to read the program, proposing to insert, if necessary, a few moments of listening. The second soprano, at his side, nothing gained: "I sing better! What is that up there? "rebuilt sciantosa
The Arias are over. The viewer demanding is destroyed, that patient babe, to mouth good rises in audience still in the dark and the search bar. The re-ignition of lampsthe audience, heaving for warm, applauding with enthusiasm the neckline of the diva, who bows with the same grace that if he did push-ups, despite the efforts of the master of Ballet de l ' Opéra de Paris that follows daily privately. Fans heated feet already begin to roar with enthusiasm. Of our three spectators just to mouth good mentioned a round of applause.
Well aware of how he dressed and specially dressed according, the diva, the last line of the twelfth Air, he breathed a sigh of relief: the first part is gone, those heels the kill, but how to extend their legs, though!…”' Na Chapman Chapman's, then, but how useful! As I sang? I have no idea…OK, but even if I suck no one has noticed. " Does not know of the presence of the viewer demanding…
Fans, duly indoctrinated, applaud unreservedly that first part so well managed and, being the good public, .75 decreeing the success. Some of them have already come to the stage and extend flowers. The diva, who had made allergic to pollen which is not choose those, grab them with the same elegance that if he grabbed a chicken legs and smiles…smiles, moving off with pianist behind the scenes, in a see-saw rocking Red Ribbon behind it, manoeuvred by the skilful wiggle so long studied unbeknownst to the dancing master. Most idolatranti fans follow her, feel the noises, there. For those don't need microphones.
L range ’ is endless: the Mayor's wife came right at the end of the first part of the concert and the novella's with the Diva on the latest fashion trends between Berlin and Paris tends to dwell. Fans in raptures taking pictures without respite to the backstage.
And’ with "O mio babbino caro" that finally the performance resumed. Viewers are annihilated by the heat and wait. The diva has changed heads. Now is all in Raven Blackas transparent tulle hair in all the right places, hem lopsided as the previous regularly, splits. Though the song is famous and is inevitable, in a concert.
"There she is!" exclaims to himself the demanding spettarore, that not even the Watch: finally let's hear your voice in the Opera! " The ear: "but you don't understand, but…But what does he do? Of course! I guess to me: after twelve Arias Sung like that! "hisses, gnashing his teeth rancorous.
And while the viewer of mouth good, finally, those famous notes, looking away from his left knee, diva now veiled transparency, and start listening, that patient himself looking away from the star, but to watch the wife sitting at your side…and here you do not report the considerations.
La Divaduring the initial notes of introduction, considers that it would be better to begin to put some sound even with the aid of posture. And’ obliged to shift the balance on both legs, but a couple of splits tend to quit and knees are not seen anymore! To obviate the inconvenience will lower the level of decolletebellows, created in that dress by Japanese Designer: just pull a snare to life and it all comes down to at least four centimeters. The maneuver is just because the public doesn't notice that my breath is not enough for a couple of sentences and have also broken into two words three or four times. The pianist chased in vain in more jokes that "lamento" that, improperly called "voice set" he made famous the diva, but without it. When accelerated, she slowed down and vice versa. In fact it would have been better to try at least once before, but we must be understanding with celebrities: famous songs we must interpret them with marked personality and then the diva loves it too the sea to keep it around more than an hour to ’ l ’ only morning test…
But the viewer demanding he has noticed! Tightened their fists angrily and threatens retaliation, while the patient reflects on how the moist heat can adversely affect the performance of the vocal cords and mouth good taste ever falling neckline without hearing a single note, thus demonstrating the expertise of the designer of the rising sun.
Thunderous applause of fans movedat the end of the song: the flowers start Puccini to rain from afar: the diva gathering one floor and the neckline goes down again, the audience was in awe.
The pianist, watching the diva from different angle, Dazed by such popular striker, he stands up and says thank you shyly, but none worthy of a look. He missed four out of five notes, but was covered by bearings, which, unlike in the airs, the diva has adopted in place of bondage. You reside, focuses and begins the next piece.
The viewer demanding vibrates like a violin string: "Peace, peace"…The Strength! Leonora…"O memories!"
The diva attacked: for picking up your breath for the first "Peace" would take the crane…But for the flautarlo breaks the voice; prepares per second, then…and it turns out a roar miked on the "a" of "peace", which is then taken and stretched like a chewing gum, like swing, before the second syllable "ce".
The viewer demanding do not breathe more, becomes pale, then bordeaux, finally, violet gets up angrily, flips up the program that had picked up from the ground in the range and exits the row: "enough!!! It's not possible! – roars, barely containing the voice – La sopportazione umana ha un limite! E questa ancora deve cantare la Regina della Notte? Ma che si strozzi! Lei, il suo agente, l’organizzazione internazionale e pure i monaci cistercensi! Mai più!” E, tra la costernazione generale degli spettatori di prima fila a lui vicini, a cui pesta pure i piedi, you start in the dark all output ’in the countless, stumbling amplification branched cables along the floor of the courtyard…Misses the hole and still come off stage inevitably, as well as the grim, diva looks even more musical phrases that make the evening more stir beta-blocker reminiscent suddenly I forgot at home.
The viewer sit stunned patient, reflecting how the humidity doesn't hurt only the vocal cords, but probably also the tonsils, despite having heard that tonsils with singing there come anything. Pazienterà until the end: it will be more rested to face the walk back outside and this time the wife in heels will be downhill: it will take hold!
The audience of good mouth is ecstatic: what a treat! – exclaims the second soprano, with eyes wide open, now no longer listens – Seems Callas live recording in the shower on the Onassis yacht, pirated in 1962 and
recently uploaded to youtube. " It would not for all the gold in the world.
NSAIDs are tears…
At last the viewer demanding find the exit, dodges one or two pictures that would help him to see him in that condition and sneaks out, among the large group of extremists who have saved money and listen anxiously waiting at the exit due to amplification, armed with bundles of flowers and piles of programs to get autographed.
But, among them, before looking for a room to watch Board pending the first sleepless night bus, departing at 5 am, nothing would deprive him of the one pleasure of the evening, you will enjoy all leaving: exclaim in the crowdvoice, as high as possible and with the index finger pointed to the sky, "and finally, as an Encore, singing SUICIDE!”.
© Natalia Dantas
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