On Unprecendented Strains of Classical Singing in the Spring Garden

20Apr08

In which The Gay Recluse works in the garden.

Time of Photographs: April 20, 2008, afternoon (ish)

Today, a first in the garden! We heard an opera singer.

She was doing scales in a nearby apartment. Her window was definitely open.

She was loud! And she was struggling to hit her high notes. (She was a mezzo.)

There were some kids in another building who were echoing her, which was pretty funny. Until one of them finally screamed: “Shut up you fucking bitch!” We laughed at that, too. (But quietly, and to ourselves.)

She didn’t seem intimidated though! She kept singing, even when three stereos came on a few minutes later.

She’ll probably forget this afternoon a lot sooner than we will.

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