You found me!
My novel, Ding Dong the Diva’s Dead, won’t be published for a few months, but there’s no reason we can’t start the conversation now.
In these pages, I hope to engage second-string opera singers worldwide in a discussion about what it’s like to languish on the edges of the profession, hoping for a way in. I have to admit that those days are over for me. I kind of concluded the end result wasn’t worth the struggle. Besides, although the pull-date for opera singers beats that of dancers, let’s face it, you still better “make it” by the age of thirty. And I’m a bit past that.
I’m mostly a voice teacher and Lieder singer now, performing for the fun of it. And a writer. At least in that profession you have something concrete to show for your efforts. Performance is so illusory. Except in the age of YouTube, one might argue.