The sun is shining. The coffee is made. My day is off to a good start.
Today our guest Chris and I get to see Brenda in her final performance of Die Zauberflöte this season. At least we think its her final performance. There will be other performances of the opera just not with Brenda. If, however, one of the other Paminas gets sick or if schedules need to be changed then there is a chance that she will be sent on again. I think that's one of the cool things about a repertory theater like Frankfurt. In many cases there are multiple people in the company who do each role.
Speaking of Chris, this is Chris's second stay at our humble abode. He is on a big european audition tour. He has sung for a bunch of different opera companies and managers and has picked up three managers so far! (Over here it is common for a singer to have multiple managers.) I asked him how he set all of these auditions up and he said he took the advice of the book "
What the fach?". For those of you non-singers who don't know, the word
fach, which can be translated several ways, means type or specialty. In Germany, singers fit into one type (fach) like tenor, soprano, baritone, etc. Beyond the big categories of voice type there are further distinctions based on what repertoire you specialize in. For instance, there are lyric tenors, helden tenors, spiel tenors...you get the picture. The book "
What the fach?" is a guide to getting work as an opera singer in Germany, Switzerland and Austria. Chris highly recommends it and, based on what I've read so far, so do I.
Yesterday I had my house audition for Oper Frankfurt. I sang for the Intendant (General Director), the head musical coach and a person in charge of casting. The audition went well. I will let you know if anything comes of it.
On my way home I stopped by the McCown's place (our American friends who live down the street) to give them a full report of how the audition went. As I entered their apartment I was trying to keep the front door from slamming shut and in the process got the tip of my index finger crushed between the door and the frame. I didn't think too much of it until I looked down at my hand and saw the nail was turning blue and purple. Now I've seen such injuries on other people but they usually have stories that involve hitting themselves with a hammer or having some heavy object fall on their hand. I, being a sissy-opera-boy who barely knows how to work a hammer and nail, never thought I would sustain such an injury. Alas, my inability to properly shut doors has left me with a visible mark that will beg the question "What happened?". I'm taking suggestions for stories I can tell that are better than "I can't move my hand fast enough to get it out of the way of a closing door." I'd like my story to involve saving the life of a child or something like that.
Have a great weekend!