We’ve had seven rehearsals and four performances of Rigoletto now. So far, so good. Four to go!

I’m really enjoying the run, but tonight was one tough night; I had UCSC in the afternoon, giving a sample lesson (If you’re reading this, hi R. G.! Great to meet you!), and then I played some grad students works there until 5:15. The final work consisted of a ton of pitch bending. I’ve decided that is taxing on the embouchure. My mouth is tired. In a major way!

I arrived back home at about 6:30, and had to leave for opera a little after 7:00, since I have to, for my own comfort, get to the pit nice and early. By the third act I was feeling like soprano singing Gilda must feel as she is lying in that bag. Kind of stuck. Waiting. Waiting. Except if I had been stuffed in a bag, waiting for my next entrance, I probably would have fallen asleep! But I carried on. I persevered. I played my part.

I hope you are all happy to hear that.

3 Comments

  1. Well, *I’m* happy to hear it. :-)

    I spend Act 3 stuck behind the set. Lorna wanted background noise when the door is opened in the tavern/inn set, so four of us are back there mumbling, laughing, and/or saying random words in Italian when that happens. The door is opened three times in Act 3, the last being in the middle of “La donna e mobile”. Then, because there’s no masking on stage right or left, we’re stuck there until bows. We do the offstage singing there (while the rest of the chorus is in the wings) and when that’s over we nap.

    No offense to either Gilda, but I usually find myself wishing she’d just die already.

  2. Ooh … I think you should say random words like “Il oboist andrebbe prego a casa? Ora!”

    If it means what babelfish says it means, anyway. ;-)

  3. Heh … when I plug the Italian in I don’t get the same thing. What I had plugged in originally was: “Would the oboist please go home? Now!”