The use of language is all we have to pit against death and silence.
i’ve been wavering on whether or not I really wanted to be a classical singer for a couple years now.
small gig in mid September, going to sing a couple of Dvorak’s Biblical Songs. listening to them to check them out.
i want to sing all of them…
One wants to tell a story, like Scheherezade, in order not to die. It’s one of the oldest urges in mankind. It’s a way of stalling death.
People aren’t either wicked or noble. They’re like chef’s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.