Yesterday afternoon I chose to drive around the block instead of going straight home because one of my favorite Mozart arias ("Eh parti...Per pietà" from Cosi fan Tutte) was playing on the Met Opera Sirius station and it was right at the end and I just had to sing the final lines with trill and high note. I'd been singing along since the recitative at the beginning and there was no way I was going to miss out on the money shot. (Trilling feels really good!)
If you watch/listen to the video...I sound like that. I'm not kidding (I picked this version out of the several I found on YouTube because this woman's voice sounds extremely similar to mine in coloring and timbre). I don't joke about my voice.
So why am I not a professional singer? There is nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, I would love to do more. It's been my dream since I was in college. So...well...yeah. I'm 34. I should have started taking voice lessons when I was 18, not 29. I should have gone to school for a degree in voice performance. Sopranos are a dime a dozen. So I soothe myself with singing when I can and continue dreaming.
Other stuff I can sing:
"Ruhe sanft, mein holdes Leben," Mozart
"Nei giardin del bello," Verdi. Shirley Verrett rocks and her rendition of this aria on a CD I bought in college is what made me fall in love with opera in the first place. This aria is fiendish, my friends, but oh so fantastic to sing. And that big note at the end? High A, and I rocked it at my recital two years ago.
"E Susanna non vien...Dove sono i bei momenti," Mozart. My favorite piece to sing of all time.