Katia Ricciarelli and Lucia Valentini-Terrani are the soloists in this performance of Pergolesi’s STABAT MATER conducted by Claudio Abbado.
Watch and listen here.
Katia Ricciarelli and Lucia Valentini-Terrani are the soloists in this performance of Pergolesi’s STABAT MATER conducted by Claudio Abbado.
Watch and listen here.
Mara Zampieri in the final scene of Donizetti’s MARIA STUARDA. Jerry Hadley sings the Earl of Leicester.
(It takes a couple moments for the music to start):
In 1983, mezzo-soprano Bianca Berini (above) gave a recital at a church in West Hartford, Connecticut, with Dan Saunders at the piano. Berini was a great favorite of mine, an old-style Italian mezzo with an intense, chest-based voice. During the program, she sang several operatic arias from works by Donizetti, Verdi; and Saint-Saens. The audience responded with mad enthusiasm. For her encores, Berini brought forth more lyrical pieces, including a beautifully intimate Venetian lullabye.
American soprano Judith Raskin (above) began taking voice lessons while attending Smith College. She began concertizing, and in 1957 sang Sister Constance in a televised performance of Poulenc’s DIALOGUES OF THE CARMELITES. She made her New York City Opera debut as Despina in 1959, and enjoyed a personal success there in the title-role of Douglas Moore’s BALLAD OF BABY DOE.
Ms. Raskin made her Metropolitan Opera debut in 1962 as Susanna in NOZZE DI FIGARO and went on to give more than a hundred performances with the Met company over the next decade. Her roles included Marzelline, Nanetta, Sophie in ROSENKAVALIER, Zerlina, Pamina, and Micaela.

I first saw Judith Raskin onstage as Pamina in the Marc Chagall production of THE MAGIC FLUTE. She made such a beautiful impression in Mozart’s sublime music. Later I saw her in her signature role as Susanna in NOZZE DI FIGARO. Her last Met performance was as Marzelline in 1972.
Judith Raskin sang with the opera companies of Chicago and San Francisco, and appeared as Pamina at the Glyndebourne Festival, She also performed frequently in concerts, most notably with the Cleveland Orchestra under George Szell. And she once said, ““In my heart of hearts, I have always been a recitalist.”
After retiring from the stage, Judith Raskin taught at the Manhattan School of Music. She passed away in 1984.
Judith Raskin sings Samuel Barber’s Knoxville: Summer of 1915 here.
~ Oberon
I heard soprano Ángeles Gulín (above) as Valentine in a concert performance of LES HUGUENOTS at Carnegie Hall in 1969, singing Valentine opposite Beverly Sills and Tony Poncet. Ms. Gulín had one of the biggest voices I ever encountered.
There are not many souvenirs of her career. This TABARRO, though not in great quality, is enjoyable.
Watch and listen here.
CAST: Luigi: Placido Domingo; Giorgietta: Ángeles Gulín; Michele: Sylvano Carrolli; Frugola: Isabel Rivas; Tinca: Jose Manzaneda; Talpa: Jose Luis Alcalde. Conductor: Olivero di Fabritiis
June 18th, 2020 – In late February 1998, I made my last visit to New York City prior to moving here. One of my tasks on that trip was to arrange for a private mailbox down in The Village, where I would be living. I chose The Golden Rabbit, a small shop which is part of the White Horse Tavern building. The little store sells cards, souvenirs, lottery tickets; they have fax and copy service, and private mailboxes for $15 a month, which includes package service. The couple who’ve run Golden Rabbit for some 25 years are so nice.
After meeting Wei, two weeks after I moved here, I added his name to the mailbox. He became friendly with the owners of the store. When, after five years of living on Perry Street, we moved up to Inwood, we always kept the mailbox; Wei or I would stop in every three or four days to pick up the mail.
When the White Horse Tavern (a designated historic landmark) was bought recently by a new landlord, he wanted to drastically increase the rent for the Golden Rabbit. The owner and tenant were trying to iron things out when the pandemic struck and everything shut down.
The Golden Rabbit re-opened in late May with reduced hours, and it soon became apparent that they could not sustain the business in the current atmosphere. And so they are closing as of June 30th, 2020.
Having a West Village address was a big deal for me: I’d waited so long to move to New York City, and at the time the Village was still wonderfully Bohemian, relatively inexpensive, and an oasis of drugs, sex, and rock n’ roll. But today, when I went down to say goodbye to the couple, I realized how drastically things have changed. Restaurants and shops (mostly boarded up now) are for the most part unaffordable to mere mortals. Manatus closed years ago, as did the Chinese restaurant where we celebrated my 50th birthday. The piers where I used to sunbathe and misbehave have turned into a promenade for Latte-slurping, cellphone-addicted mothers wheeling double-wide baby strollers, whilst at the same time walking the dog.
So with the closing of the Golden Rabbit, it feels like a chapter of my life is coming to an end. I love it here in Inwood with its vastly diverse population, its beautiful park, great pizza and Chinese food, and laid-back atmosphere. But I’ll always think fondly of the days we lived on Perry Street, where my longtime dream of living in Gotham came true.
~ Oberon
Julia Varady sings Strauss’s Vier Letze Lieder in a 1992 concert with the Gewandhaus Orchestra conducted by Kurt Masur. Watch and listen here.
A performance of Bellini’s NORMA from the Bolshoi in 1974 with Montserrat Caballé, Gianni Raimondi, Bruna Baglioni, and Ivo Vinco. Watch and listen here.
Régine Crespin sings the great final aria from Gounod’s rarely-heard opera SAPHO:
Régine Crespin – O ma lyre immortelle ~ SAPHO
"O my immortal lyre,
often when tears I have shed...
My voice has been the portal
thru which my sorrows fled.
In vain now does your sweet murmur
Seek to console me in my sadness
No, you cannot heal this final wound -
a wound deep in my heart,
Only death can end my despair.
Farewell, flame of the world!
Sink down to the bosom of the sea.
Myself, I shall descend into the depths
to my eternal rest.
Another day, Faone,
will dawn for you.
But you will not think of me
As you watch the sun arise.
Open now, bitter sea,
open now!
I shall sleep forever
beneath the waves."
~ She flings herself into the ocean.