The Transparent Singer

When I think of a recital, the image evoked is of an intimate space where audience member and participant are uniquely connected in an expression not only of stylistic excellence, but personal vulnerability, openness. Where character is removed and all we have left is to experience interpretation from the unique perspective of the performer. Their life is the character they are sharing with us. Such journeys are glorious because that glimpse into who a performer is, can be inspiring.

I attended a recital last week that took place at the Dorothy Chandler. It’s a great big house. They had paneled off most of the stage and filled most every seat for the event of the evening. A diva’s recital. She was lovely. Warm and with a voice that evenly filled the hall, a demeanor that was disarming and kind.

This woman was a technician. Not only was her voice even, but it was rich and full with high notes that hung like vocal pearls in the air. But, sadly, I did not weep....