KC Lyirc Opera (gorgeous artwork!)
Posted on June 10th, 2008 at 2:29 pm by Chantelle

Just had to share these gorgeous ’posters’ that the Kansas City Lyric Opera is using for their new season…

Aren’t those just… the most amazing designs ever?!

http://www.kcopera.org/OurSeason/


Posted on May 23rd, 2008 at 11:56 am by Chantelle

{written May 22}

Well, here we go again. Another insufferably long blog post, because I’ve been too lazy to write the events up as they happened, thus creating the necessity to lump them all together… guess I’d better nix the prologue and jump right into Chapter 1, hmm?Back on May 10, I went to my second-cousin Dustin’s graduation in White City. Dad was on a business trip, which meant Mom didn’t want to drive all the way there by herself, so I rode with my grandparents. I was in Manhattan for choir rehearsal that morning (our last before the concert!) so I just met them in town and went the rest of the way with them. It was fun… When Dustin saw me, he exclaimed, “Hey! It’s my favorite cousin!” and came over and gave me a big hug. He’s just recently started calling me that– it’s quite amusing! He’s going to VoTech in Manhattan this fall, which means I would probably see quite a lot of him… if I weren’t planning to be in New York to attend the Bernstein Festival this fall!

May 13 was the Flint Hills Masterworks Chorale spring concert. We performed Haydn’s “Creation” (in English!) with, among others, Katharina Janik Bossman as our soprano soloist… she’s just amazing! Later, her husband said that it was the best concert he’d ever heard us give.
The concert was recorded so we can sell CDs as a fundraiser for our ‘09 European tour. Recorded by my ex-boss, no less, which meant I was absolutely miserable leading up to the concert– I was just sure he was going to harrass me the whole evening! But thankfully, I managed to avoid him completely. *phew*
At the “after concert party” (at the Little Apple Brewery) I ended up sitting next to Dr. Pittman, and across from Katharina and her very funny, very German husband. Such elite company… and I was my usual socially-inept self! How embarrassing…
Found out from Dr. Pittman that my friend Sam was not only away at an international nuclear conference that week, but he has an internship in Florida this summer, and is going to China in the fall semester, which means he won’t be back until next year! Great news for Sam, not so great for my plans for recording a duet with him!

I’m sooo dissapointed that Gardar Thor Cortes didn’t win the Classical Brit Awards.
Okay, actually, I’m not really disappointed, because I honestly had Hayley Westenra pegged for a “sure win.” I just hoped that by some miracle Cortes would win… :)
But I was totally not expecting Blake to win! I mean… Blake?! For crying out loud… And the rest of the public seems to be a bit outraged, as well. In all of the internet discussion I’ve been reading, only one person was hoping Blake would win. The facebook-formed-boy-group was everyone else’s last choice.
Oh well– at least Anna Netrebko won… er, what was it. Female Artist of the Year? Go Anna!
Her duet with Andrea Bocelli was surprisingly good, with a few surprising flaws. Andrea sounded much better than I’ve ever heard him, so that lifted him in my esteem a bit. Anna was absolutely beautiful– as pregnant women usually are. She was just glowing! And her voice was lush as ever, possibly more so. The flaw in the performance was both Anna and Andrea’s lack of rhythm… both of them kinda botched it in a few places. But who’s being that picky? haha.

May 14th was the 10th anniversary of Frank Sinatra’s death. Which got me to thinking…
Isn’t it just a little bit morbid that we’re making such a big fuss over the anniversary of someone’s death? I mean, the commemorative stamp is cool– that’s an honor bestowed on the memory of Frank and his family. And something like TCM declaring May as “Frank Sinatra Month” is okay; they have “[Movie Star] Month”s all the time, so why not Frank Sinatra in May?
But all of these new CD, DVD, and memorabilia releases… those aren’t honors, those aren’t tributes, those are greedy capitalizings on the popularity of the World’s Greatest Entertainer. (Much as I love Judy Garland, I’m willing to concede that title to Frank) Do you see what I mean? Usually, when we celebrate the anniversary of the end of something– say when the Berlin Wall came down, or V-Day– we’re celebrating having put something behind us. So why are we celebrating ten years of having “put Sinatra behind us”? Shoudln’t we be celebrating his life, his legacy, his career… Couldn’t we have waited until December 12 this year and celebrated his 90th birthday (just like we’re celebrated Bette Davis’s 100th this year) instead of having a media and merchandising hoopla over… his death?

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is released in theaters today!!!!! Wheeeeeee! I’m soooo psyched…!
The current “scheme” is for my cousin Lauren and me to go see it when she comes to visit from Texas the first week of June… Fingers crossed it will still be in the Manhattan theater by then!
And speaking of merchandising… lol I get such a kick out of seeing Harrison Ford’s face plastered all over everything! Every time I go to the grocery store, I’m tempted to buy a box of Corn Flakes just because of the great picture on the front!I want to go see Prince Caspian, too… but I’m not sure now likely that is to happen. I’ve been missing all of the operas they’re showing at the movie theater, too! Phooey.

One of these days I will figure out the trick of what is appropriate rep at my age and what’s not… I hesitantly mentioned “Ebben? Ne Andro Lontana” to my teacher Leia, 99% sure she would say, “No way! Maybe in five years or so, but definitely not right now!” But do you know what she said? “Oh yea! You can totally do that!” I was like, “Uhhhhhhhhhh… Okay! Great!” So now I’m working on two songs that are all dramatic “I’m leaving, I’m so sad, boo hoo” etc, etc… Ah well. It’s fun!

I’ve been reading Dashiell Hammett lately… for some reason, I get an urge to re-read “The Dain Curse” about every three months. haha. And it’s kinda funny, because most people consider it not on par with his best work… and I personally don’t care for “The Maltese Falcon!” Anyway. I do love Dashiell Hammett… the detective noir genre kinda gets knocked for just being pulp fiction, but Hammett really was a great writer! There was one sentence in The Glass Key… let me see if I can find it:
“His feet rested in a parallelogram of late-morning sun and the smoke he blew out became suddenly full-bodied as it drifted into the sunlight.”
Parallelogram! Of all the words… parallelogram. And rendered so sinister; so decadent… amazing.
(Yes, I’m obsessing. But it could be worse!)
In church last week, it suddenly struck me that the life of Paul (yes, that Paul) would make a terrific Dashiell Hammet book! haha Just think about it, though. All of that political intrigue, and danger, and coniving by the Romans and so forth… it would be perfect!

Okay, time for your homework assignments:
First, check out this terrific 12-year-old soprano, who’s debut CD (released earlier this year) will be repackaged and given a “big time” release this June by her record label, Signum Classics.
Emilia Dalby - www.emiliadalby.co.uk 
And second, take a look at this great video! It’s an “Album Preview” for “When You Say You Love Me,” the sophmore release from Gardar Thor Cortes. It features fun, casual clips of Cortes talking about the new album, interspersed with samples from some of the songs! Absolutely fabulous.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50eZMAMibIM

Cortes - When You Say You Love Me
Posted on May 7th, 2008 at 9:30 am by Chantelle

Hey everyone!

I just wanted to tell you about the snazzy music video for “When You Say You Love Me,” the first single (and title track) off Gardar Thor Cortes’s sophomore album. The single will be released (download only) on June 9, and the album comes out on June 23!
But in the meanwhile, the music video is available now for you to enjoy!

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cw6F9DMvCyM

Hi
Posted on May 6th, 2008 at 9:33 am by Chantelle

Well, here I am, still alive, and determined to start making regular posts again… however dull they may be!

Yesterday was voice-lessons-with-Leia day, so I tootled around Manhattan on random errands… got a snack at Sonic, and the guy who delivered it took one look at me and said, “You don’t look more’n twelve years old!”
Tried on jeans at the mall, and promptly became very depressed, so I high-tailed it out of there…
Worked on “Adieu, Notre Petite Table” (from Manon, by Massenet) at voice lessons… just the aria part! I’m saving the recititive for “later.” ;) I just love singing in French! People have always teased me that it’s because my name is French… but that’s not why I love the language, unless it’s some weird subconscious thing! Not sure I can even explain why I do like it… I know I love the nasal quality… yes, weird as that sounds, I really do! It has such a unique sound, it’s “brighter” than most operatic languages… I love listening to it! And since I personally sometimes have trouble with keeping my voice “forward” when I sing, the nasal placement of French really helps me keep my voice forward! I also love the fluidity of French. The allisions(sp?), and the non-accentedness of it. How two vowels become one, and how the last consonant of a word becomes the first of the next word… I just love it!
Kinda spoiled myself with a “treat” from Wal-Mart… the June issue of “Cowboys & Indians” (yes, “Cowboys & Indians”) with Harrison Ford on the cover!! I don’t care if he is 65… he’s still gorgeous! *haha* Photogenic quality of the subject aside, it’s a great article about / interview with Harrison.
As I came out of Wal-Mart at about 8 pm, I was greeted with one of the most gorgeous skies I’ve seen in a long time. To the south, the sky was the dark blue of an incoming thunderstorm, and to the north, the sky was pure gold because of the setting sun catching the leading edges of the storm clouds… I only wish my phone camera could have done justice to it! (By the way– top on my wishlist: a sturdy camera that will take nice pictures. That’s all I want. Something that will withstand the beating I give electronics, and something that takes high res pictures!) 
 suset over Manhattan 1

 sunset over Manhattan 2

Ain’t it the truth!
Posted on April 29th, 2008 at 4:26 pm by Chantelle

http://www.jazz.com/features-and-interviews/2008/2/13/the-state-of-jazz-singing-today
http://www.jazz.com/features-and-interviews/2008/2/18/jazz-vocals-today-two 

 [Segments from two articles by Ted Gioia from Jazz.com] 

“I never worried much about the appearance of jazz in the past, but today this is a matter crying out for a great critic to address. Some deep thinker needs to write a penetrating history of jazz as a symbol, as an image in our collective psyche. Ever since Fitzgerald (F. Scott, not Ella) appropriated the term ‘the Jazz Age’ to denote a whole way of life, this music has been weighed down with multiple layers of meaning. When swing was the thing, jazz took on new symbolic resonance. When hip was hep, when cool was the school, when beats were worldbeaters, when retro was the rage — jazz was always there, sanctioning lifestyles and casting a beneficent light on the proceedings.

And today? Judging by the jazz singers of our new millennium, the music is now the conduit for our fantasy life. Jazz has become the symbol of a glamorous sensuality. If jazz was once the seedy, disreputable music of an underclass, it is now the stylish, sexy soundtrack for the beautiful people. Or for the less-than-beautiful who want to plunge into an imaginary life that is cooler and more romantic, even if it is a little old-fashioned. Just look at the CD covers, with those fashions and hairstyles straight out of Hollywood movies from the Golden Age. The harsh and gritty, once part and parcel of jazz singing (think of Louis Armstrong’s sandpapery voice or Billie Holiday’s dark pathos) are now passé. In our age of “hooking up” and enjoying “friends with benefits,” the jazz singers are prettified and dolled up as representatives of the lost era of chivalrous love, reminding us of a more romantic flirtatiousness, of an idealized view of 1940s and 1950s relationships, slightly modernized for 21st century tastes. The look and feel of the CDs, the packaging of the artists, the choice of songs, all tend toward this same “retro” end point.”

“Let’s be honest: jazz vocals never developed a vibrant experimental tradition. Jazz singing never had its Ornette Coleman or Cecil Taylor or Albert Ayler, never even had its Coltrane or Dolphy. No avant garde singer has ever exerted strong influence on the music. While the rest of the jazz world was wrestling with the future, the singers were obsessed with the past. Even today, the most pressing issue for an aspiring jazz singer is how to deal with the tradition. Perhaps it would safer to say, how not to be overwhelmed by the tradition. Instead of wholesale experimentation, we find cautious delving into new ground, and sometimes quaint game-playing… …No, these are not revolutions, dear comrade – there are few revolutions to be heard in jazz singing – but rather a modest quest after the new and different. Sometimes they work, sometimes they fall short, but the quest itself is always noble.

Yet traditionalists still out-number the progressives in the world of jazz vocals by a five-to-one margin. Jane Monheit may have grown up in the 1980s and 1990s, but her stylistic development stopped short somewhere around VE-Day. She has a bright, perky delivery, a capacious range and good, clean intonation. There are no dark, emotional recesses in her songs – everything happens on the surface with no insides to probe. She is effervescent on up-tempo songs, and sweet-as-pie on ballads. This singer still has room to grow, but not in her technical command, which is already impressive, but rather in probing the psychological depths of her material. If she could add this to her already impressive arsenal of skills – not forgetting her “stunning, raven-haired beauty” – she might live up to the hype of her PR campaign.”

“Even more to the point, the essence of jazz singing is an intimate connection with the song, and the super-slickness of the presentation here, the look-at-me-I-am-so-cool attitude, the retro stylings all conspire against these artists. Jazz singing of this sort is no longer about the music, but is merely a spur to the fantasy life of the listener. This fantasy life, moreover, has almost nothing to do with the music itself. The fans don’t want to enter into the song — frankly, they don’t give a hoot about “Blue Moon’ or the “Summer Wind” - they want to live the private life of the glamorous idol on stage. The audience is not thinking about a lost love, a broken heart; instead they are imagining what it would be like to shine under the footlights like the gods from Olympus with a microphone in hand. And the pretty boy vocalist must live up to this responsibility; he is forced to strut his hour on the stage like an actor in a movie. Nothing wrong with all this, but it has little to do with the jazz singing tradition we inherited from Louis, Billie, Sarah and others.”

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