So I recorded a demo with the En Travesti Ensemble today. And it got me thinking.
Rebecca and Philip and I sat in the sound engineer’s booth – and I heard my voice over the speakers – something silver, liquid and flexible – not what I would label as female, being such a fan of male sopranos and altos, and a lover of castrati history – but I’m sure that’s the descriptive that most people would arrive at – female – a mezzo-soprano.
As every musician would recognise – to hear yourself engaged in the production of music – it’s a self beyond self-description, a purity that lacks meaning in language.
But I wonder, always, how many people realise what a sacrifice it’s been? Like most professional musicians, I experienced a moment of crystallisation early in my life – at the age of six – listening to the piano. And…
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