I’ve been away for a month which is why I felt as though I should begin this post with an apology like all the big blogs do: “I’m sorry, my lovelies, for going away for sooooo long, I missed each and every one of you“. However, I then realised that nobody reads this heap of shit, but honestly I’m very glad I don’t have to start with a sentence like that. Anyway, I’ve vaguely missed spouting my horrid thoughts online and the support I receive from you few people who, for some unfathomable reason, do enjoy reading them.
I was nominated for the Mystery Blogger Award, but for a first post back after a month I wanted to write about my brilliant experience singing opera in France. I promise I’ll answer your questions soon Jess!
So, I’ve been in an amateur (though award-winning) choir for over a decade and considering I haven’t even been on the planet for two yet, doing something for more than ten years has made it a pretty huge part in my life which I’ve enjoyed to no end. However, because I’m going to university next year (thank. fuck.) I had to leave this choir about two months ago. Most likely for this reason, the choir director approached me around May with a proposal: a friend of his is the director of a company called Opera de Baugé (a small French town) and had asked him for two lads from his choir to help with a children’s opera.
Although I was initially apprehensive about the idea of spending two and a half weeks in another country without ever having sung opera before and without knowing anyone but the friend I travelled with, I couldn’t turn down an expenses-paid trip to France. But, this ‘children’s opera’, which was the Pied Piper of Hamlin and ended up being a lot of fun as I shared a main role, wasn’t held in particularly high regard by my choir director. So, he told his friend that he would send two lads to help with it on condition that we got to perform in at least one of the other professional operas (3 were put on in addition to the one for kids). This is how I ended up learning Rossini’s Cenerentola, a re-imagining of the traditional Cinderella story, in about a week and singing it on stage to hundreds of people, three times. Oh and we had to sing in Italian of course.
I’m going to brutally honest with you, although I loved this experience and would do it again if I got invited back, writing even this little about it has been really dull! I performed in an opera, made brilliant friends out of complete strangers and drank FAR too much alcohol. It’s as simple as that, but an interesting thing that occurred in my sometimes uninteresting life which I felt writing about would be fun.
So, because I can’t think of anything else to say that would be interesting to read OR write I implore you to ask me any questions you have, I’d be happy to answer them if you give me the inspiration 😉
I mean, O