But enough joking. I am singing. This is all my life.
Between parts I was too old for and roles that were too overwhelming, out of reach then for my voice. I carved out a niche with the Wagnerian repertoire since I am attracted by its theatrical intensity.
With my personal preparation at the piano, I can afford to hum at half voice.
When I was a young man, I was a baritone, very far from possessing the whole range of the tenor then.
When facing symphonic orchestras which have played some works five thousands times, you have nothing to do.
When a young artist is ready, one has to bring him into the limelight.
Should it happen tomorrow, I would fall to my knees to give thanks to God for such a career.
To stay at my best, I have to stop talking during the preceding day.
Singing becomes a form of therapy.
This circus games aspect has existed since the beginning of my career.
The voice collects and translates your bad physical health, your emotional worries, your personal troubles.
The public made me and then encouraged me for many years, and my future even now depends upon it.
The public is a part of my real life.
The press regularly proclaims my ambitions and my financial demands.
Honestly, if the public still wants to hear me in some works, I have to go down a half step.