I Sang on Broadway, Really
The only way to describe my three years in the Hunter College music department is ‘fantasy world’. My voice professor was the once famous countertenor Russell Oberlin. He taught us to breathe and hiss out the breath, and for the final project we had to choose a German Art Song [yes, in German] and sing it for the class.
There was no place to practice, except on the 9th floor stairwell landing, but by the time I set up a music stand and did a few warm-ups the alarm screeched for the next class to start and the stairwell rolled and swelled and roared with bodies that knocked over the music stand and my books, and I gave up; I couldn’t hear myself singing anyway.
My Korean friend invited me to his parents’ house for some squid, which luckily I couldn’t bring myself to eat, and then he took me to the private music school of Frank Ianucci, who coached me on where in the song to take a breath, and how to pronounce the German, which I noted in the songbook.
So I really did sing on Broadway, at that studio I mean.
I won’t tell you the details after that, not now, except that I got an A plus for the German song and felt so sure of returning to Broadway that I gave up the education courses and hit the pavement, but hard.
I stopped singing for the next 40 years.
Until Hoshana Raba last year.
Talk to you about it after Shabbos, bli neder. I mean about the recording I’m supposed to make on yom sheni.