don't think of it as Art RSS

finding beauty in the process...

"get a radio or a phonograph capable of the most extreme loudness possible, and sit down to listen to a performance of Beethoven's Seventh Symphony or of Schubert's C-Major Symphony. But I don't mean just sit down and listen. I mean this: Turn it on as loud as you can get it. Then get down on the floor and jam your ear as close into the loudspeaker as you can get it and stay there... You won't hear it nicely. If it hurts you, be glad of it. As near as you will ever get, you are inside the music; not only inside it, you are it; your body is no longer your shape and substance, it is the shape and substance of the music.

Beethoven said a thing as rash and noble as the best of his work... 'He who understands my music can never know unhappiness again.' I believe it. And I would be a liar and a coward and one of your safe world if I should fear to say the same words of my best perception, or my best intention.
Performance, in which the whole fate and terror rests, is another matter..."

-James Agee, 'Let Us Now Praise Famous Men'

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May
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gaaaah age.

How Young were Famous Opera Singers When They Had Their “Lucky Break”?

Famous Opera Singers Debuts

Shirley Verrett (May 31, 1931 – November 5, 2010) was a black singer, a mezzo-soprano, who successfully transitioned into soprano roles (ie. soprano sfogato) later in life. Shirley Verrett made her operatic debut in The Rape of Lucretia by Benjamin Britten in 1957. At the time of her debut, she was 27 years old. One year later, in 1958 she made the debut that really launched her career. At age 28, she sang Irina in Lost in the Stars by Kurt Weill at the New York City Opera.

Luciano Pavarotti (October 12, 1935 – September 6, 2007) was an Italian tenor. In 1961, he made his operatic debut as Rodolfo in La Boheme at the Teatro Municipale in Reggio Emilia, Italy. At the time of his debut, Luciano Pavarotti was 26 years old. However, his real operatic breakthrough came at the age of 28, when in 1963, Pavarotti toured Australia with Joan Sutherland.

Joan Sutherland (November 7, 1926 – October 10, 2010) was a dramatic coloratura soprano. She made her operatic stage debut in Judith by Eugene Goossen in 1951. At the time of her debut, Joan Sutherland was 25 years old. After winning the Sun Aria competition in Australia, she travelled to the Opera School at the Royal College of Music in London. While there, she was engaged by the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden as a utility soprano and made her debut in The Magic Flute as the First Lady on October 28, 1952 (age 25).

Modest Menzinsky (April 29, 1875 – December 11, 1935) was a tenor. In 1901, he made his operatic debut as Lionel in Marta by Friedrich von Flotow at the Frankurt Opera, Germany. On the day of his debut, Modest Menzinsky was 26 years old. However, it wasn’t until 1904, when he was 29 that Menzinsky received his first permanent contract with the Stockholm Opera.

Ira Malaniuk (January 29, 1919 – February 29, 2009) was an Austrian and Ukrainian mezzo-soprano. In 1939, she made her operatic debut in a student performance as Amneris in Aida by Giuseppe Verdi in the Lviv Opera House. At the time, Ira Malaniuk was 20 years old. However, it wasn’t until 1945, when she was 26, that Ira Malaniuk made her professional debut as Azucena in Il trovatore by Giuseppe Verdi at the Opera House in Graz, Austria.

May
30th
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of my people :)

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)
Rabindranath Tagore, now fondly remembered as Gurudev, was an Indian poet and the first Indian man to win the Nobel Prize (for his collection of poems, Gitanjali).
He was also extremely handsome.
And although his life was marked by terrible presonal tragedies, this man was almost single-handedly responsible for reshaping Bengali culture.
Also he wrote stuff like this:
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,In life after life, in age after age, forever.Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain,It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:You become an image of what is remembered forever.You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.At the heart of time, love of one for another.We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in youThe love of all man’s days both past and forever:Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours – And the songs of every poet past and forever.

of my people :)

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941)

Rabindranath Tagore, now fondly remembered as Gurudev, was an Indian poet and the first Indian man to win the Nobel Prize (for his collection of poems, Gitanjali).

He was also extremely handsome.

And although his life was marked by terrible presonal tragedies, this man was almost single-handedly responsible for reshaping Bengali culture.

Also he wrote stuff like this:

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same 
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

May
17th
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pretty cool!

pretty cool!

May
12th
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my wonderful boyfriend hooked me up with this organization called Fred talks. i’ll be giving a “talk” and demonstration about operatic technique next week.

my wonderful boyfriend hooked me up with this organization called Fred talks. i’ll be giving a “talk” and demonstration about operatic technique next week.

May
11th
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my stage husband carl and myself performing at the opening night of paperbox art space in wburg

May
7th
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‘Sing for Hope’

‘Sing for Hope’

Apr
25th
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passion and interest are not the same thing.

Apr
17th
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An Invocation for Beginnings

Apr
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Apr
4th
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so i made a decision yesterday. this week. but especially yesterday, in the midst of speaking with my parents about where my mind is at and how trapped and frustrated i was feeling this weekend. 

i know how to advance my career in the corporate/organizational world. i just do. i’m good at certain skills and i’ve learned to push myself forward and been lucky enough to be in environments where i’ve been encouraged and allowed to step up and run with ideas. i know what further schooling i need/could get to eventually reach my goal of working for a dynamic art policy organization, potentially on the business side of it. i’m completely confident that that side of my dream/life will be fine, even if it might be challenging at certain phases.

the other side though, the singing side, is completely mysterious to me. i’ve been slaving away for the past year (actually three years) trying to get my technique in order, to understand my body and voice, and to coax it out so singing isn’t such a struggle. and now that it isn’t, now that i have a general sense of what im doing, and i can control my body and my mind in a way i have never been able to do until now…i am lost. more than lost, on monday, i was heartbroken. what next? i have no fucking clue. i have no legitimate experience, i don’t know how to even begin. i don’t want to do one audition ever two months… i want to be auditioning ALL THE TIME. i want the odds to be in my favor. i want to be singing all the time, with musicians, with conductors, with people who make me grow and teach me about what it means to be a musician in the world. 

and the truth is, it has always been a war. an internal struggle where i felt like i had to choose between these two sides. and it always comes back to the same thing… i can’t really do one without the other. i can’t really sing without an income. i just can’t. and i also can’t be comfortable with myself if i’m working at a place and only doing the basic work of being someone’s assistant, even as the years go on. i can’t see the point at working for a company or organization and NOT making the most of it, NOT pushing myself as far as i can go. i’m too ambitious and smart to waste any opportunity like that. but i also know that i cannot excel at my dayjob at the expense of my singing dreams. 

i really fucking want both. i always have. not to say that i wouldn’t have to give up one at some point or that one side will take over more than the other, but this internal conflict that i keep experiencing just makes me feel worthless. it exhausts me. i feel like a failure on all fronts, and it hardly helps me keep the faith to move forward and with force and conviction on either side.

so my decision is to do it both. to just fucking do it. be exhausted but in a NEW way. be exhausted from doing stuff all the time… when at work, reaching for every possible reasonable promotion and interesting role that i can…and when not at work… singing my ass off, networking with the organizations and people that are related to the field i want to work in, and find any and every performance opportunity. you can do it. you’re young! this is the time to just go balls out. i’ve been playing it safe for far too long. it’s time to move.

and the other decision is this: i AM a singer first. that is my profession, even if i’m not yet paid for it. that is WHO I AM. what i do at my company is a passion, sure, but it is first and foremost a means to an end. you are a singer. you are paving the way for yourself in the only way you know how. poverty doesn’t become you… you’ve tried that and it made you feel just as small as working at an organization where you feel like your artistic side is dying. but at your current job, you have a blessing. they know you first as a singer, secondly as a marketing/communications maverick. so see yourself that way. and prove it to yourself.. that you are a very talented singer, not a talented manager who sings. it’s time. 

OKAY PEP TALK DONE. guys, i needed it.

Apr
2nd
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in desperate need of fire under my ass and inspiration.

Apr
1st
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re: fear

Martha Beck’s 6-Step Guide to Taming Your Fears
Nothing gets our hearts racing like a little harmless terror—so why not harness what frightens you to make your life richer?
Fear is a terrible sensation, one we never, ever want to feel. How lucky we are to live in a time and place where it’s so often possible to avoid the things that scare us most: violence, disease, natural disasters, dangerous animals, and, at least until the very end, death. Instead, we get to sit around on our widening behinds watching television shows…about violence, disease, natural disasters, dangerous animals, and death. 

Hmm. 

I noticed a long time ago that fear often comes packaged with enthrallment. We don’t look away from accidents or guns; we give them our rapt attention. This tendency has obvious evolutionary advantages—it’s safer to keep deadly objects front-of-mind than to ignore them—and as a result, our brains seem to be hardwired so that scary experiences contain hidden fascination, and fascinating experiences are often scary. 

In fact, I’d argue that there’s a direct correlation between the intensity of our fear and the degree of our fascination: Murder yanks our attention harder than heart disease; an earthquake is more interesting than a bad sunburn. This applies even at the much lower fear levels that characterize most of our lives. Think TV dramas: Arguments are more attention grabbing than agreement; the path of true love more interesting when it’s forbidden and dangerous than when it runs smoothly. 

One way to put more zest into your life, then, is to seek activities or situations where fear and fascination overlap. The problem is, when facing such situations, we often dither, advancing toward and then retreating from whatever has captured our attention. But with a little clarity and a few instructions, you can break through this kind of ambivalence, embracing experiences that alarm you even as they deeply appeal. Like salting bland food, this can turn your life from dull to delicious. 

A Fascinating Fright


Go ahead and think of something that both intrigues and scares you. It might be profound, like falling in love, or relatively trivial, like Roller Derby. (No offense, ladies. I’m fascinated by the idea of women who could stomp me to paste.) If you’re having trouble coming up with something, look for the word but in your statements of desire: “I’d love to make more friends, but I have social anxiety.” “I’d give anything to travel, but I’m afraid to fly.” “I’m dying to express my real feelings—but then I’d actually have to speak to my sister-in-law.” 

Now plop your but down in the space below. Write the scary thing you want to do, and the fear that’s keeping you from doing it: 

I want _____________________________, but I’m afraid_________________________. 

Identifying this fascinating fear is a first step to a more fulfilling life. Next, you need to get familiar with a couple of crucial rules. 

Rule One: Don’t Play with Poison


One fine day a woman known to science as “S.M.” suffered a stroke that left her unable to experience fear. She became irresistibly curious about things she’d once hated; for example, in pet stores she’d beeline past the puppies and go right for the snakes. She liked to play with their tongues. If you share this passion, okeydoke. Just make sure the snakes you play with are nonvenomous. 

I mean this both literally and metaphorically. Because fear and fascination are so intermingled, many people who follow their thrill-seeking instincts end up unconsciously flirting with disaster. They snort drugs made of toilet cleanser, they break laws, they date people who have that “dangerous vibe.” But toxicity isn’t the way to feel more alive; it’s a gamble that you’ll become more dead. 

Considering the fascinating fear you wrote down above, ask yourself: Is this desire destructive? Will it ruin life, health, or property? If so, scribble it out. And after reading the next rule, come up with something else. 

Rule Two: Be Useful


A good way to find a fear that’s both fascinating and nontoxic is to choose something that will make a positive impact on the world. Constructive and creative activities—whether taking medicine to war zones or fostering a child—can be downright terrifying. 

So, would your fascinating fear have any positive effect? Would it enlighten you, or improve your life, or someone else’s? Whether the answer is yes or no, see if you can amend your goal to make it a bit more heroic. Don’t just bungee jump; bungee jump to raise money for AIDS research. Don’t just do stand-up comedy; do stand-up comedy that teaches people something deep and true. Don’t just invite that hottie to go out with you; invite that hottie to go out with you and help campaign for your favorite cause. Write your new-and-improved statement here: 

I want _____________________________, but I’m afraid_________________________. 

When people frame a scary fascination this way, their motivation usually increases and their fear feels comparatively smaller. Increase the positive effect of your scary action until you’re aiming to do something really wonderful, and you’ll feel your inclinations tip from avoidance to attraction. You’re still scared to take the action, but you know it isn’t toxic, and your moral compass says “Go!” 

It’s time to act. 

Steering Through the Fear


Maybe your scary/interesting goal involves something you have to do. Maybe it involves a cause, or maybe it’s pure thrill. The best activities answer to all three masters—for example, a career can pay the bills, serve the world, and frighten you just enough to keep life interesting. But even in such ideal cases, scary is still scary. Fear often stops us from acting even when fascination won’t let us walk away. 

Being prone to anxiety myself, I fall into the approach-avoidance trap approximately three times a week (a huge improvement from my youthful average of always). I was 14 when I realized that since everything scared me, I could either do scary things or kill myself; fortunately, I was too scared to kill myself. Every day since then, I’ve done at least one thing I was afraid to do. So I can promise you, the process below has been battle-tested up the wazoo. Holding your fascinating, frightening, heroic goal in mind, simply follow these steps: 

1. Curl up. 

You may not actually need this step, but I certainly do. After writing down a fascinating, frightening goal, I like to find a comfortable spot and scrunch up like a troubled armadillo for five minutes (or days). Depending on my fear level, I can change this up by rocking, pressing my palms against my eyelids, and/or keening. Experiment to see what works best for you! 

2. Plan your progress. 

After your armadillo time has marginally calmed you, take a deep breath and begin outlining a step-by-step plan to achieve your scary objective. Your fear will want to drag you into obsessing about possible problems in the future. But be here now: Your job at this moment isn’t facing what you fear, but planning to face it. While you’re planning, don’t execute or fret. Just plan. 

3. Take one step toward your goal. 

A good planner breaks down every challenge into manageable chunks. Once you’ve done that, forget about the long term and take the step that’s directly in front of you. Don’t even think about the next one. You only have to take that one step. Ever. 

4. Keep taking one more step. 

Heroes aren’t free from fear; they’re just so focused on a worthy goal that they feel they can’t turn back. Most of humankind’s great achievements—the sorts of things that make us say, “Oh, wow!”—were accomplished by people who were muttering or shouting, “Oh, shit!” Heroes don’t feel special, just dogged. They walk their scary paths with shaky knees and trembling hands. One shaky, trembling step at a time. 

5. Watch the path, not the obstacles. 

“When you shoot,” my friend Jim, a hockey player, once told me, “you never want to look at the goalie. Look at the space around him. Where your eyes go, the puck goes.” A white-water kayaker warned me, “Look at the water, not at the rocks. Where your eyes go, the boat goes.” My riding instructor shouted, “Look where you want to go, not where you don’t. Where your eyes go, the horse goes.” 

Got it? Where our attention goes, our lives go. As you take each step, be peripherally aware of dangers, but glue your attention to the path between them. 

6. Celebrate each step. 

Many of my clients think they don’t deserve to celebrate until they’ve conquered huge fears to reach epic milestones. Not me. To stay motivated, I celebrate after I make one bed, write one e-mail, fill out one page of a tax form. Even if you’re much more courageous than I am, I suggest you do the same. Celebrating makes fascination all the more joyful—and it builds confidence, which is much more useful than avoiding fear. 

If you live this way—seeking out what captivates and cows you, pushing beyond your comfort zone, making sure you’re serving a noble purpose—you’ll live a life full of absorbing adventures. You may even save the world. In which case, the rest of us just might end up watching you on TV, in between doctors diagnosing horrible illnesses and detectives solving grisly murders. And just think how thrilling that would be. 

Martha Beck is the author of six books, including Steering by Starlight (Rodale).



Read more: http://www.oprah.com/spirit/Overcoming-Fear-How-to-Conquer-Your-Fears_4#ixzz1qqf599eh

Mar
29th
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Mar
28th
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i have confidence in sunshine

fear.

it’s debilitating and it’s starting to cripple me in a way that i’m not sure it has over the course of my life. i suppose that’s a lie. despite my natural optimism and resilience, fear has always been lurking just beneath the surface, one layer below my skin. my good fortune has been… and i always knew this… that i had been able to experience my youth and most of my developmental young adult years without trauma or pain in the way many people have. but the issue with being empathetic and observant is that i’ve absorbed a lot of the pain i’ve witnessed and it has fueled the latent fear rather than diffusing it. 

and now i’m starting to overthink everything. calculate every move. anticipate every pitfall. attempt to sidestep any failure. it’s so exhausting and it’s not only making me miserable, but making me a miserable, anxious, negative, SMALL person to be around. it’s also lucky that i am a performer at heart, that i can keep it under wraps for the most part, but the vibe exists and extends beyond me into everyone i talk to and everything i do. it just isn’t comfortable and serving me and it’s time to give that side of Aditi some love, but to hand the reins over to my other side. the side that took small and large risks throughout her life for love and passion in work and life, the side that let failure come and go because she knows she can do better, the side that knows that i can be happy NOW if i’d just let myself accept all my blessings wholeheartedly.

so to usher THAT Aditi to the fore, i made a resolution today. for every negative thought i have, i will replace it with a positive, optimistic action. for instance, i changed my appleid password to something that reminds me that i am/would like to be optimistic about my relationship. and then i emailed the princeton review for more freelance work as soon as i felt the pang of panic about money. little gestures like that, for myself, make me smile and breathe and lean into the moment instead of tensing up and pressing the brakes.

Mar
26th
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i’ve been missing you (me)

my marathon singing days ended last fall, and while yes, i’ve been taking care of other parts of my life—ie. earning money again, letting a good man actually be in my life— enough hiatus is enough. i’ve been in the apartment singing since 10 and it feels awesome.

technique is working in a consistent way finally. evelyn and i are actually able to vocalise for 20 minutes and then work on music for 50 minutes, which is definitely not how it has been for 90% of our 8 years together. 

the most difficult part of it is keeping the depth and connection to the body and chest without a) pushing my voice and b) losing the pingy height of the sound. i’ve been trying today and yesterday to just focus on vowel articulation and it does seem to help. the whole concept of having the MIND think of notes and vowels and words and emotions rather than creating a sound manually through analysis is still very hard for me. it’s obviously ironic that i am struggling with that in my personal life as well, but i can honestly say that i am finally on the winning side of the battle on all fronts. i can shut my analysis down in singing more easily than i am shutting it down outside of singing, but still, it’s happening more and more quickly every time.

breath support continues to be a bitch of course, though GREATLY IMPROVED. keep on keeping on.