I sang in a choir for a while, and we passed jokes back and forth between sections- the sopranos would tell ‘tenor’ jokes, and the tenors would tell ‘soprano’ jokes. I like the joke about tucks up frills, I’m going to have to tell my friends that.
WEW, I went to college at Towson State University in Maryland. Looking back, I can say that their music department left a lot to be desired. My first voice teacher did not really teach me much, she would just give me music to learn, and then say “This is from song cycle such-and-such, you can perform this at your junior recital.” She never asked if I liked the music, and a lot of it, I didn’t. She had an attitude because she was taught by a famous opera singer. My second voice teacher really helped me, but she crushed my dream of becomeing an opera singer, I think because of her own issues. The woman I studied with in high school was VERY supportive of me (the only person in my life who supported my decision to go into opera, in fact), and she told me that she had studied singing in the US, and then gone over to Italy and lived there for a few years and gotten a job with an opera company. She said that there were a lot of small opera houses in Italy, because opera was more popular in Italy, and it would be easy to do what she did. Sure, you wouldn’t become famous like Pavarotti, but you’d be singing opera.
This is what I wanted to do. My second voice teacher had lived abroad for many years, and been with a few opera companies. She had posters all over her walls of the performances she had been in. She told me at one point that she had wanted to be a Wagnerian soprano, but that she didn’t have the voice for it, and ended up doing “second banana” roles like Suzuki to Madame Butterfly. One day, I told her about my dream of going to Italy and joining an opera company. She attacked me verbally, telling me that you needed a lot of money to travel, and that you needed to have an accompanist and money to pay him, and that you can’t always get what you want in life and have to settle with what you have. Did I mention that I thought she had issues? I was crushed. I quit soon after that, because I was having some emotional problems, but it was several months before I could even listen to opera again.
I joined a choir a few years ago, with some wonderful people in it, and I am still friends with some of them. (The choir disbanded eventually) I still dream about singing opera, but I am hesitant about seeking any out. I remember all the fakeness/backstabbing/ass-kissing/favoritism that went on in the music department, and I’m not sure I want to deal with all that crap again. Maybe someday…