Funny the things that move us, eh? My earliest musical memories, other than that great tenor, Mighty Mouse, was "The Jolson Story", with this classic:
"You Made Me Love You", Al Jolson rendition. (For some reason, Explorer 8 won't let me paste the browser address of You Tube. Very annoying. So you'll have to find it by title.) Before I started school, I could sing Jolson songs by heart. (Remember the scene where Jolson accidentally mistakes the horseradish for the mashed potatoes? My uncle actually did that.) Years later, when I was at the Opera School at University of Toronto, I got a part time job in a honky tonk bar as a singing barmaid. Very interesting place, in a part of the city undergoing yuppie renovation, so our clientele ran the gamut from lawyer, stockbrokers and doctors to two rival bike gangs. The bouncer was a former wrestler named Killer Conroy, who, the first time I sang, took my hand in his hamhock of a fist and kissed it, wheezing through his broken nose, "Ja sing jes like my muddah". I sang "You Made Me Love You", inadvertently making eye contact with an audience member with Love and Hate tattooed on his knuckles, and a swastika hanging from his ear, who thereafter wanted to take me to biker picnics, and on one occasion, offered to take care of an obstreperous customer by "throwing him in front of a car". I politely declined - and quit the job soon after. But I still love Jolson.
At the moment, I'm watching a movie called "U-Carmen", which is the opera set in a township in South Africa, and sung in the African language. The voices are quite amateur, but it's rather interesting, and the setting, with its poverty, is appalling. Carmen works in a cigarette factory, of course, and the Don Jose character is a local police cadet. An interesting motivation for Carmen's willingness to victimize the Zuniga character, a police sargeant, is the fact that he is extorting sexual favours from the women of the township. Occasionally, they mix African music into the scenes. It's interesting, but I'm not entirely sure that it's successful. But more interesting is the fact that this movie group is motivated to explore an art form, Western opera, that is so totally foreign to their culture.
Ammie: The first time I sat down to listen to that Salome, I had a pigout binge of calf liver with onions and ketchup - Yum! - so I can never hear
Salome without an associated memeory of that scent. Maybe it has something to do with the bloodthirstiness of the story.
