In endless waiting rooms
The wait is over, cher public, and your doyenne’s blue-ribbon panel has selected the perkiest procrastinator of the pack, jatm2063 for his account of a delayed encounter with Sylvia Sass. Congratulations, jatm!
Special mention goes to rysanekfreak, baritenor, BETSY_ANN_BOBOLINK and CruzSF for their variously heart-rending and knee-slapping exploits.
Oh Snuggle-tootums, you won ! YOU WON ! !
GASP! (hands rising to cheeks, teary eyed, JATM2063 calmly walks to the podium).
“My goodness, what a surprise! Well first, I would like to thank all the judges for choosing little me, from such a wide ranging and talented group of entrants. We mustn’t forget rysankekfreak, baritenor, CRUZSF, and of course, my dear, very dearest, old, OLD, OOOOLLLLDDDD friend Betsy Ann Bobolink. Kissy Kissy!”
(waves graciously to the crowd, and departs gracefully stage left, where Dean Cain or a reasonable fascimile thereof is waiting to sweep him up into his arms and carry him off to a far off island).
Now I really will have to watch and/or listen to everything she ever did that is currently available. I will become the EXPERT on Sylvia Sass.
jatm2063 – congratulations, but please describe your frock and jewellery.
Does anyone remember Sass’s Tosca at the Met in 1975? It wasn’t broadcast. That was the same year that Magda Olivero and Galina Vishnevskaya sang the role there as well. Oh, the good old days.
Honey, it’s RED. Something along the lines of what we see Anne Hathaway in these days at awards shows, except its RED. RED. RED. RED.
And I am dripping in diamonds.
And yet, it’s easy to get out of, so I can quickly strip for Dean…..
I saw Sylvia’s Ass in Tosca at the Met.
It was a big N_O_T_H_I_N_G.
….almost as exciting as Jane Rhodes’ Salome~! LOLOLOL
She’s Amish?
jatm…congratulations.
Now, to achieve the next level of irony, you must order obscure DVDs/CDs from amazon.com and leave them still in their shrinkwrap on some dusty shelf since, after all, that was what this fun exercise was all about.
I agree with Clita on Sass’ Met Tosca. What a big NOTHING. Here I was expecting this flaming temperament
with a somewhat uneven voice. Her voice was sturdy but TINY. And she defined provincial in the way that no longer exists like her experience was going in some 4th tier opera house. My most vivid memory of the performance was that she wore dangly earrings in act 1 and she spent the entire time with Cavaradossi wiggling her head so that the earrings would jangle.