Word: sopranos
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...Known as "La Diva Turca" throughout her more than 70 roles at Italy's La Scala opera house, Turkish soprano Leyla Gencer won a reputation for both her beautiful voice and her imperious personality. Critics were wowed by her inspired performances in everything from Madame Butterfly to Don Giovanni. Offstage, Gencer was unabashed about her domineering manner, explaining simply, "I say what I think...
...result of the new probe, in a week when Olmert should have been regaling the press about Israel's myriad successes, he was instead parrying accusations that he had allegedly threatened Talansky to deter him from giving evidence to Israeli police. "Who am I, Tony Soprano?" Olmert remarked angrily...
Soweto's difficulties still provide the choir's musical inspiration. Soprano Fikile Sidumo, 34, saw one uncle shot dead in the street when she was a teenager, and another uncle died of AIDS in November. Before joining the choir in 2003, she earned just $25 a month from singing and dancing at weddings - not enough to support the three families living in her shack in the dirt-poor township of Alexandra, near Soweto. The choir, which pays members a day rate of $20 per rehearsal, seemed the answer to her prayers, until she collapsed during a performance and was diagnosed...
...melody. Individually, Shirley, Claudia, and Merritt are quite capable vocalists; together, however, they are far more than the sum of their parts. Their voices are perfectly suited to three-part harmonies: Merritt’s dry baritone, Claudia’s full alto, and Shirley’s crisp soprano melt together into a single uncluttered voice covering practically the entire harmonic range. The acoustic set gave Merritt an opportunity to reformulate his work for a new environment, but he generally stayed true to the original songs. The arrangements were simple without being boring; Merritt’s lyrics were...
...past midnight; we're both pretty buzzed. He's telling me how he wakes up every morning at 5:30 to the hoots of a giant owl and how he climbs into his hot tub so he can hoot back, mesmerized by nature, like Tony Soprano and his ducks, when this alarm starts shrieking. Clooney, not a man of inaction, especially in a moment of crisis like this, stands on my dining-room table, unscrews a panel in the ceiling and, finding nothing, makes me go outside and carry a huge ladder with him up two flights to my garage...