Lorraine Hunt Lieberson
A great woman died on Monday. Unless you are in the classical music community, I doubt that people have heard of her. But she is a musician's musician.
Anyway, a lovely tribute from David Patrick Stearns.
http://www.philly.com/mld/inquirer/news/magazine/daily/14973917.htm
And a rare profile in the New Yorker.
http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/?040105fa_fact
She is, by the accounts from my colleagues and friends who knew her, un-diva-like, generous, unpretentious singer in the world of divas, egos, and tantrums.
I don't know. We are in shock, because her death is rather sudden. Yet nothing in the rest of the world. It's an odd sensation.
I do love that her last performance was the Neruda songs that her husband wrote for her. Because theirs was a love story for the ages.
My love, if I die and you don't--
My love, if I die and you don't--
Let's not give grief a greater field
No expanse is greater than where we live
--Pablo Neruda
Anyway, a lovely tribute from David Patrick Stearns.
http://www.philly.com/mld/inquirer/news/magazine/daily/14973917.htm
And a rare profile in the New Yorker.
http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/?040105fa_fact
She is, by the accounts from my colleagues and friends who knew her, un-diva-like, generous, unpretentious singer in the world of divas, egos, and tantrums.
I don't know. We are in shock, because her death is rather sudden. Yet nothing in the rest of the world. It's an odd sensation.
I do love that her last performance was the Neruda songs that her husband wrote for her. Because theirs was a love story for the ages.
My love, if I die and you don't--
My love, if I die and you don't--
Let's not give grief a greater field
No expanse is greater than where we live
--Pablo Neruda