Operaville

Sometimes it takes all night to figure out a voice, and such was certainly the case with Opera San Jose's Alexander Boyer, whose powerfu...

Chapter Four, Part II Trauma at the Space Needle After watching Tosca take her stunningly awkward dive from the parapets of the Castel Sant’...

Chapter Four, Part I Potato Voice It was nearing seven o’clock on a Thursday, and I was flat-footing the pavement down Fifth Avenue, seeking...

Chapter Three, Part II Gabriella’s Diva Café After the Sunday matinee of “Il Barbiere,” I came out to Bjune Drive and was greeted by a hails...

In regional opera, sopranos are supposed to be a dime a dozen - and quality baritones and golden-voiced tenors the rare birds. What a phenom...

Chapter Three, Part I The Forbidden Singer The first memory I have of operatic singing was my mother quietly chanting “Che gelida manina” (“...

Chapter Two, Part III Diva on a Ferry Standing on the top deck, I was pleased to find that Gabriella shared my maritime tendencies. I joined...