Having sung this role three times in as many months, I've learned a thing or two. Last night I was still a little vocally fried after having sung the whole opera twice on Monday. My approach in these times of crisis has shifted radically as of late. Whereas before I would just continue to bluster and try to vocally act my way through, getting by on charm, this time I brought it all in. What does that mean, you ask? Um....I don't know. I just brought it in. I was a little more contained. My vocal attacks were a little less aggressive, perhaps, but the volume and resonance were not diminished. In fact, they were probably enhanced. In a weird way, it feels like I'm singing in instead of singing out (this isn't inward singing a la Tenacious D- I mastered that years ago!).
I'm rambling and not making sense. The long and short of it is I'm yelling less and singing more. And that ain't a bad thing. At all. It feels good, in fact. And I think it bodes well for my upcoming foray into Rossini's Figaro.