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I used to think that having a career in the arts provided some level of immunity to burn out. When I would hit bottom (as I did regularly…), I dismissed it as a sign of weakness. After all, if I am fortunate enough to do what I love, and the work is itself a thing

I am besotted with this opera written by a man in his 80th year. Verdi knew in his bones how difficult both life and art could be, yet he chose at the end to immerse himself in laughter. He had a palpable affection for this flawed knight whose appetites are laughably huge and whose self-confidence

I thought I had caught up on July. But I missed reporting on the musical geeky goodness that was Lucky Thirteen! Jeremy Frank, pianist and opera coach extraordinaire, pulled together a free evening of music inspired by this lucky anniversary year of 2013. He and four singers honored composers born on the 13’s (Verdi, Wagner,

A Wolf Trap Opera summer seems to fly by at the speed of light, and in just 10-12 weeks, there’s little time to burn. But in the middle of the swirl of early July, three of our singers (Kiri, Andrea and Speedo) and I spent two afternoons at Walter Reed National Military Medical Center in

Last Thursday took us offsite, to The Phillips Collection in Washington D.C. We’re in our sixth season of Vocal Colors – one-of-a-kind concerts in which our artists pair songs with artwork from the permanent collection of the museum. As is typical of these projects, last week’s performance featured composers from Debussy and Rachmaninoff to Paul