Voices... A great part of my career is based on listening to the voice. I just realised I won't hear her voice again.

We are never really prepared to let the ones we love go. 

Goian bego, Amama.
Maite

Another week that starts!!! 

Yesterday we began the rehearsals for two of the coming up concerts! First rehearsals are always interesting ones, specially when you haven't met your partners before. There is always a lot going on in the practice room during a first session. I find it always fascinating. Different musicians each of us with different personalities, ideas, backgrounds.. all sorts, and we have to focus all of it together and deliver it out  as one! I think is great! 

Have a nice Monday- and a nice week!
M.

A week ago I finally took the time to start running this website and decided to open a blog again. All throughout this week ideas on possible posts have been bubbling in my head non stop, though I had to face an unresolved question in the first place- the unresolved question: Why did I stop writing a year ago? 

There is the usual procrastination aspect to it. I'll catch up tomorrow- I'll do it over the weekend. But there was something else! I arrived to a point where I simply didn't want to write in English any more! I felt that I was lacking the the spontaneity and the xxx – the something that t is so difficult to obtain in any but your mother tongue! (Not to mention the typos-anxiety that Shakespeare's language causes in Cervantes' language users … ) 

On the other hand going back to writing in Spanish seemed to neglect the cultural immersion that I was (and I am) living since I moved to London and I can't deny that- despite all the above mentioned- the English language posses an immediacy and a straightforwardness that I find not only idiosyncratic, but mesmerizing. So here we are!

If I have chosen the language issue to start this first post, is not -only- to be apologetic about having stopped writing online! But it seemed terribly ad hoc now that we are rehearsing Iolanta -in Russian- at GSMD. For the first time in my career I'm playing and opera that I don't understand- I don't understand it's language! And it makes a big difference- unfortunately! I have been always a defender of the purity of the operatic text (in its vast meaning of both libretto and music), despite all the modern trend to translate them, specially in this country. However, now that I am experiencing what it feels not being able to understand the words in my own skin, I have a completely different perspective to it.

 Not that I'm turning my back to the pro original language side of the coin, or not yet, but I don't see the question as clear as I thought it was. On the other hand, and I'm cutting this post short, (there is time to come back to the matter later), truth is there is fortunately no need to feel black and white about it, since we have the privileged option in this country not to have either/or but both !

And with this positive reconciliation I head towards my Iolanta-in Russian-rehearsal call!

Good morning!

I have been putting it off for a long time! But here it is finally! New website and blog launched!

Have a nice weekend!
M.