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Four decades ago I found myself at a week-long residency on the Princeton campus, studying song repertoire with a roster of legendary recitalists. At one of those master classes I heard my first Argentinean art song—“La rosa y el sauce,” by Carlos Guastavino. After...
After working with Peter Dugan on last year’s opening night concert, Heroes, I was eager to collaborate with him again. But on what, exactly? We met for lunch and batted ideas around for a while. As we got to the last pieces of sushi, Peter asked, “Tell me, is there...
I chose this year’s theme, 100 Years of Broadway Love, for two reasons. First, because I thought it would have an inviting, end-of-summer appeal, offering a breather from the horrors of the daily news reports; second, because I assumed it would be a snap to program,...
Today was dress rehearsal—and out here that means actually getting into full concert regalia. That’s because Husband Jim comes to take pictures of the show the day before the performance. That way, no one has to disturb the crowd by skulking around the hall during the...
I’ve just been through a couple of tough days, and was determined to turn the corner today. My wonderful Spanish teacher, Dorothy Potter Snyder, advised me to meditate. I don’t really know how to do that, but I did take a few quiet moments to grab the tiller in my...
The weather, which had been superb, turned a bit gloomy today. Given the extreme heat in many parts of the world, it would be churlish to complain about how cold it was—and I am not complaining, just noting that there was a chill in the air and it felt peculiar for...