[LJ2ME] The Reine in Spain
The disembodied pianissimi which she plucks out of thin air and floats into the stratospheric ether... The superhuman breath-control which she effortlessly strings out and together interminable passages without end... These two unmatched qualities tied to a flawless legato with the molten richness of gold, the sterling brilliance of silver and the burnished warmth of bronze, not to mention the sparkling clarity of diamonds promises a veritable treasure chest waiting to be unearthed.
I was in luck when the heady perfume of her plush, velvety voice worked its narcotic properties on me from the get go and drew me further and deeper into the wealth and breadth of her art. Returning to her after a period of absence only serves to cement the attraction and appeal of this prima donna assoluta. Time after repeated time, hers is a voice I'd return to day after day or even after months and each hearing would remain as fresh and in bloom, replete with all the superlatives that make hers a reading to remember.
Which brings up the sore point that I've not seen her live and how much would I pay for the chance, which is not that unlikely, since she's still active in concerts. However reality bites and it must be acknowledged that the instrument she possesses now is not the same one she wielded back in 1956 when she made her debut or in 1965 when she was catapulted into the pantheon of overnight stardom or at the height of her career in the 1970s. Admittedly, it would still be an evening for self-actualisation, but one that might desecrate the memories of old.
I guess one must be thankful for little mercies. Vissi d'arte indeed...
I was in luck when the heady perfume of her plush, velvety voice worked its narcotic properties on me from the get go and drew me further and deeper into the wealth and breadth of her art. Returning to her after a period of absence only serves to cement the attraction and appeal of this prima donna assoluta. Time after repeated time, hers is a voice I'd return to day after day or even after months and each hearing would remain as fresh and in bloom, replete with all the superlatives that make hers a reading to remember.
Which brings up the sore point that I've not seen her live and how much would I pay for the chance, which is not that unlikely, since she's still active in concerts. However reality bites and it must be acknowledged that the instrument she possesses now is not the same one she wielded back in 1956 when she made her debut or in 1965 when she was catapulted into the pantheon of overnight stardom or at the height of her career in the 1970s. Admittedly, it would still be an evening for self-actualisation, but one that might desecrate the memories of old.
I guess one must be thankful for little mercies. Vissi d'arte indeed...