Our cast was welcomed to St. Louis in a blinding rain storm last night. Good wine, food, little gingerbread men, and a lot of laughter after a cheerful but exhausting day, the lighting flashed huge strobe-like through the windows as we all sat around and prepared for three weeks of push to the final goal of opening night.
I was reintroduced to some connections I forgot I had. Found out I'd worked with the conductor before and we were both ecstatic to learn that we looked familiar to each other for a reason. While the rest of the world lives in six degrees of separation, the opera world lives generally in one or two.
More later when I have longer than ten minutes at my computer.
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No matter where in the world you go, theaters are all the same. For an artist on the road, this universal truth is sometimes the only sense of continuity you get...the tune, the lights dimming, the feel of the seat against your back. This is a blog about the performing arts...but it is also about finding home and community in a wayfaring life.
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