26. July 2008 · 2 comments · Categories: Links

I know my husband, Dan, will enjoy reading about him, too.

English concedes that he is slowing down, that the mountains are steeper than they once were. For his 90th birthday, he vows to make the hike out carrying 40 pounds.

26. July 2008 · Comments Off on Oh Yes You Can! · Categories: Links, Other People's Words

When rising young Italian tenor Vittorio Grigolo insists he’s not just one of those callow crossover stars who turn up regularly on PBS, bells might start ringing, just like on one of those public TV pledge drives.

After all, his debut disc, “Vittorio” (Decca), sounds suspiciously like works by the operatic-leaning Josh Groban (bombastic), Russell Watson (bland yet bombastic) and Il Divo (bombastic times four). Beneath the slickly produced surface of “Vittorio,” however, lurks the voice of a true Caruso. “If it was so easy, then everybody could be an opera singer,” he said in an interview this week from Rome. “People like Paul Potts” — referring to the Welsh clerk turned international vocal sensation thanks to the reality show “Britain’s Got Talent” — “this is not good. These [reality] shows exploit people’s dreams. But the public knows who really can sing. You can’t fool them.”

Hmmm. I do believe you can fool the public. In fact I know you can. Not everyone, of course, but many.

I read the article here.

26. July 2008 · 2 comments · Categories: BQOD

I think about this today after unintentionally offending someone I met last night. He is a professional musician; I seriously considered a career as a musician in high school and college, but decided against it for a number of reasons, chief among them my mother’s constant nagging that musicians just don’t make any money. So I approached the conversation with said musician with a lot of respect for his accomplishment.

“You actually get paid to play the oboe full-time,” I asked, a tone of amazement in my voice as I realized this guy seems to have a pretty comfortable life in expensive Washington, D.C., putting in his weekly 40-plus on the backside of a musical instrument. What a sweet life, I thought, to get paid for doing nothing more than feeding one’s own artistic passion.

I read it here.