A DAY IN THE LIFE OF ROLANDO VILLAZÓN (BY JOANNA)

Este es un comentario que Joanna ha dejado en el post anterior. Como ha sucedido otras veces, lo pongo en un post propio, para darle más relevancia...¡y que nadie se quede sin leerlo y disfrutarlo!

It's so exciting to see all of the wonderful new projects on the horizon for Rolando! More Mozart, the sublime Requiem in the U.S., and now the festivals!

But, wait! This is just the beginning. There is so much more to come!

A Day in the Life of Rolando Villazón

5:00 am: Wakened by a loud alarm clock and catapults out of bed.

5:05 Breakfast consisting of a banana and another banana and a big bowl of Coco Puffs.

5:10 Off to the study to read something bright and cheerful to start the day; can’t decide between Nietzsche, Kant, and Schopenhauer.

6:10 Joggling Lalique crystal goblets up and down the steps of Sacré-Cœur; not challenging enough; decides to do it blindfolded; backwards; now THAT was fun.

8:02 Call from Maestro Nézet-Séguin to discuss the upcoming Requiem at Carnegie Hall and whether the choreography is really necessary at all. Joint decision that, well, it’s America, and they always expect a big production number.

8:45 Begins work on his latest directorial project, a new opera based on "The Origin of Species." Decides that he will also star as Darwin, but is having problems casting the Galapagos turtles.

9:30 Twiddling his thumbs, looking for something to do.

9:31 Preparing his new reality show, "Rapstar to Operastar," which coincides with the release of his new CD, "Rappin’ with the Notorious RO-LAN-DO." Yo, Gangsta.

12:11 pm: Walks into the kitchen reading "L'Être et le néant" in one hand and "Extreme Balloon Sculpture" in the other; bumps into the refrigerator; unloads a string of expletives (bad ones); relieved that the wife and kids aren’t home; resolves not to walk and read at the same time.

12:20 Lunchtime: Considers the metaphysical implications of making a sandwich.

12:50 Wonders if Socrates ever washed a single dish in his life.

1:50 Accepts the title role in a sparkling new comic opera entitled "Fear and Trembling: The Life and Times of Søren Kierkegaard"; excited about the hip hop spin.

2:01 Gazes into the existential void; time for tequila.

3:00 Wakes up; not sure where he is.

3:35 Works on his autobiography, "My Life on the Chain Gang."

4:00 Decides that being fluent in five languages is for babies; learns Old Norse in case someone writes an opera in that language.

4:32 Walks into the study reading "Ten Things Your Mother Never Told You about Cartesian Dualism" in one hand and "Phenomenology Jokes for All Occasions" in the other; trips over a laundry basket; flies headlong into a stack of books two meters high that he intended to read that evening; blistering expletives in Old Norse; resolves not to walk and read at the same time.

5:30 Ponders life’s eternal questions: Is there a God? Is there life after death? Corona or Dos Equis? 

5:46 Decides that in the new production of Hoffmann, he will direct, design the set, the lighting, and the costumes, and play not only Hoffmann but also Olympia, Antonia, and Giulietta; realizes that the REAL challenge will be getting in and out of those damned corsets fast enough; will also do catering.

7:00 Dinner consisting of bananas, Captain Crunch cereal, and a couple of Coronas.

7:42 Reviewing several new stagings of Werther; intrigued by the version set in 18th-century Polynesia; extremely delighted with the grass skirts and coconut brassieres; decides that the costumes will look particularly lovely on the French villazonistas, especially the ladies.

8:50 Reads the Blog Villazonista; basks in the glow of unconditional love; needs to lie down to recover.

9:30 Receives the fiftieth call that day from yet another opera house begging for him to bring his Nemorino to their stage; currently booking the role out to the year 2035. 

10:00 Decides to read the dictionary; disappointed he can’t get past “p” because he has to take out the trash.

11:00 Starting to feel a bit tired.

11:01 Collapses in a blissfully profound sleep; dreams about flying...flying...flying...towards the sun.

imágenes 1-2: web Rolando Villazón - 3: dibujo "Rolando flying"