Thrilled to be returning to the Met to cover Leticia in The Exterminating Angel…read all about this surreal new opera below:https://www.metopera.org/Season/2017-18-Season/exterminating-angel-ades-tickets/
Anyone labouring under the illusion that opera singers lead a glamorous life need to take a glance at my diary (pictured)…and this was for a pretty good gig, too. The ‘bus’ listed wasn’t for me, it was to remind me that I had enough time to take my (primary school age) son to the school bus stop before heading to Germany (via Taxi/Train/EasyJet/Coach) for a performance the following evening. A leisurely school run…followed by an 8-hour commute to work.
I once witnessed Jessye Norman arriving at Heathrow with at least 6 porters following with trolley loads of her matching designer luggage.
Perhaps our friends Renee and Placido have minions to carry their bags (and ferry their children to school) and private jets to convey them to their next engagement: I once witnessed Jessye Norman arriving at Heathrow with at least 6 porters following with trolley loads of her matching designer luggage. So, OK, some megastars have a very glam existence, but the rest of us are saving pennies by using public transport and discount airlines. (An opera singer made some headlines recently by wearing her concert gown on the flight so the airline wouldn’t charge her for excess baggage.)
Most of us jobbing singers lead fairly ordinary lives, with brief interludes of exquisite abnormality when we get the chance. The glamour is not found in first class travel and designer handbags, but in the music itself, and sometimes, when we are very lucky, amidst beautiful workspaces and famous faces. After all the schlepping and budget airlines, it is pretty wonderful to look up and see this as your ‘office’:
Soprano Laure Meloy has presented ‘The Secret Life of a Diva: the glamorous (!) world of opera’ to community groups, clubs, and at business networking events. Bookings can be made through Femme Lunatique Productions
One Art is ready to Launch!
Life affirming poetry by Elizabeth Bishop, set to music by Paula Kimper, performed by soprano Laure Meloy.
The launch of an art song recording, and the World Premiere of the song set One Art, is presented in a unique opera/cabaret performance illustrating the life and loves of poet Elizabeth Bishop. Please join us for this one-of-a-kind event, and celebrate One Art!
Friday, 21 October 2016, 7:30 p.m.
Conquest House Gallery – Canterbury Festival Umbrella Programme
17 Palace Street, Canterbury CT1 2DZ
Box office: 01227 472953
£13 advance, £15 at the door
A co-production of Femme Lunatique Productions & The Mosaic Cat
‘…ma i famosi versi di Ariel “those are pearls that were his eyes”, che nella voce cangiante, e brillante nonché calda, di Laure Meloy, affascinanoquanto la parte nella foresta delle illusioni, quando i suoni di Adès diventano misterici come nella sua Polaris, e troviamo finalmente un suono che ci rapporta all’esoterismo connaturato della Tempesta del Bardo.’
(…in Ariel’s famous lines ‘those are pearls that were his eyes,’ which in the alternately brilliant and warm voice of Laure Meloy, fascinate like a glimpse into an enchanted forest, and Adès’ sonorities become as mysterious as those in his ‘Polaris’, we at last find a sound that relates to the esotericism inherent in the Bard’s Tempest.)
Livia Bidoldi, gothicnetwork.org
([Laure Meloy] sang the coloratura “fireworks” effortlessly and with no technical problems, and portrayed the playful character very well.)
‘Ariel, the mischievous sprite at Prospero’s beck and call, is a tour de force role that calls for supersonic hissy-fits above high C – the sonic embodiment of a musical tempest. During the overture, she begins the opera in pantomime, encouraging a rowdy crowd on their enchanted isle to toss around confetti and other detritus as their first act of tempest-in-a-teapot. Soprano Laure Meloy is astounding in her performance as Ariel, a role that’s a brilliant stroke from Adès’ pen. He has created a serious competitor for Mozart’s Queen of the Night. In this production, Ariel is an airborne theremin, a fireball of fioritura and a squeaky Scarbo flitting about on pulleys and wires. Needless to say, she’s a scene stealer and on this particular evening, the object of fascination by a bevy of equally squealy teenaged girls in the audience.’