Maria Callas – Opera Virtuosa, Designer, Lover: Strong, Powerful, Assertive, Talented, Creative, Passionate, Intuitive, Intense, Embodiment of the Feminine…
One of a Kind, none to equal her on the Opera Stage, yet… or, even in public life?
CHANGE - Part Two:
The Very Subtle Kind …
I knew that Saturday was going to be one of those rare lazy days, when I let it unfold with the gracefulness of a gentle trickling mountain stream, familiar yet always fresh, always new.
The mind floating in that “special state” of “blissed lack” of not having had enough sleep after a looooong night… the sun already warm in the sky, indicating a special day, quietude, a cup of hot coffee and the sound of soft music playing in the background as the phone rings to interrupt!
- The thunderous voice: I am calling to tell you that The Met is playing a live 1956 recording of Lucia di Lamermmoor with Maria Callas, this afternoon, we are listening to the Seattle broadcast because we are going to the gym later….
Sacred words – Maria Callas – were spoken. All is forgiven.
My taste for Opera evolved so slowly that I was not quiet sure until this morning when it actually began, and why. (But, that is another story, for another day (another series perhaps?), as it has to do with a lovely fat guy that could belt out Nessun Dorma like nobody else…:).
Change, often is something so slow, that it is imperceptible, even against our own will. That is why, am very much alert to what kind of thought or behaviors patterns I am finding myself living. What are the influences I am allowing to permeate my life – consciously and, most of all, subconsciously? Im am forever "scanning"...
So, I end up, in a matter of a decade or so, being “hooked” on Opera, particularly from the Met on Saturday afternoons - going as far as taking the much dreaded “plug outs” with me on my chores around town not to miss a beat.
I noticed scheduling myself around it. Getting Met Newsletters… getting opinionated and picky… God forbid I miss the intermission, with our own Howard Dick – whom has retired, but no one, including himself, seems to have accepted that fact, thus we have the pleasure of his candid and engaging knowledge sharing
Maybe not, La Callas had made an impression on me as a young girl. La Diva.
The glorious woman! She is thin now… Oh... Madre mía, she is fat again!
The absolute beauty and heroin of flesh and blood, whose life played out like a magic, often breath-taking film in front of the world.
A woman that was herself - her pain and her glory.
The woman that loved with intensity and passion.
The one that loved and was so publicly humiliated and ultimately brutally betrayed. The one, whose pain I still feel today. The ultimate Modern Greek Tragedy.
A woman I admired, even though, her singing was not part of my life and was too young to understand what I now hear in her voice.
Lucia di Lammermoor, hmmmm… Maybe, I should take a detour down to the beach on the way to my chores, up the hill?
I did, indeed.
The second act caught me half way down; at one point I had to stop in my tracks to take it all in. I was completely overcome. The spectacular view, the gentle welcomed sun glistening over the bay, the music, the voices all part of an unbelievable experience…………
For act three - the madness solo - I had to find myself a bench by the water – completely tuned out all passers by, the gentle waves persisted…
I knew in the depths of my heart, was aware of it, I was “being” changed.
Fifty one years later, I was changed by the sound of a mono recording in a natural setting which “over-imposed” had such power, that forever the meaning of beauty was intensified ten-fold.
(Thank you Maria, Cast and Gaetano Donizetti!)
One woman, not any other Grand Dama or, any other Cecilia has yet to bring to Opera or, the world for that matter, the "open" intensity of passion as La Callas has.
Lastly, unfortunately, sad, we all whisper softly among ourselves, “She died of a broken heart, you know”?