Bidu sayao biography template
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Soprano Filipa Van Eck
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On Friday 17 July 2009 Filipa Van Eck and myself will be performing a concert in tribute to the 50th anniversary of the death of Heitor Villa-Lobos, and also in celebration of the 13th anniversary of the CPLP, or Comunidade dos Paises de Lingua Portuguesa (Community of Portuguese speaking Countries), a type of Portuguese commonwealth that includes all Portuguese speaking countries such as Angola, Mozambique, East Timor, Brazil etc. The concert will be held at the University in Maputo. The concert will also feature solo piano works by Villa-Lobos.
” O vosso canto vem do fundo do Sertao, como uma brisa amolecendo o coracao” – “Your songs come from the depths of the forest, like a breeze softening my heart.” These words by Brazilian poet Manuel Bandeira – speaking of a beloved to a bird in the forest – could apply to Villa-Lobos. His vocal music has not been adequately explored in recital or on recordings,. Sheet Music is not readily available. Therefore putting together a selection of songs is not an easy task. But there is much of value and beauty to explore.
We will, of course, be performing the composer’s signature-work for voice, the Bachianas Brasilei
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Bidu Sayao (c.), with director Jean Morel to concoct left, direct composer Heitor Villa-Lobos dead even far adjust, 1946
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BIDU SAYAO PLAYED IT STRAIGHT
NEW YORK — “I was not born in 1902, like some of the books say. My God! Isn’t 79 old enough? I show you my passport!”
It is the birthday of Bidu Sayao, one of the most enchanting lyric sopranos ever to grace the stage of the Metropolitan.
In her New York hotel suite, which is filled with flowers and cards from colleagues and fans, the soprano gives a long interview between parties.
She flirts with a young photographer, “Make me look 69, darling, and I give you a kiss.”
She has to be cajoled into the photos, “On the West Coast, they haven’t seen me since I was young!”
She needn’t worry. Trim in green slacks and a flowered print blouse, she looks a very good 60 and remains as feminine as she ever was on stage. “You like my eyes? The eyes were always good.
“I was born in Rio and was christened Balduina, after my grandmother. For some reason, she was called Bidu and so was I.
“I was three-quarters Portuguese and one-quarter French Swiss. My father died when I was 4, so Mama and my older brother brought me up and very strictly. I was a difficult, shy child.
“The men in the family were all doctors and lawyers. An ‘artist’ was no profession. When I was 8 or 9, I performed monologues to entertain family and friends. I wasn’t pretty or g