operarox:

"Donna Elektra" almost would seem a better name, for upon Miss Te Kanawa's first entrance, eyes glaring, chestnut hair tousled, and her pace like that of a caged tigress, it was plain that this was no standard shrinking violet impersonation. This Elvira was a sensual, betrayed woman driven to hysterical dementia. In the hands of a less accomplished artist than Miss Te Kanawa, the dramatic results might have been ludicrous camp, but she is an extraordinary performer who makes every gesture believable. She is also a singer whose attractive voice is more than large enough for the role, and whose technique and musicianship are next to flawless. Applause for her second-act aria "Mi Tradi," was volcanic; no wonder - a better rendition of it today seems inconceivable.

operarox:

"Donna Elektra" almost would seem a better name, for upon Miss Te Kanawa's first entrance, eyes glaring, chestnut hair tousled, and her pace like that of a caged tigress, it was plain that this was no standard shrinking violet impersonation. This Elvira was a sensual, betrayed woman driven to hysterical dementia. In the hands of a less accomplished artist than Miss Te Kanawa, the dramatic results might have been ludicrous camp, but she is an extraordinary performer who makes every gesture believable. She is also a singer whose attractive voice is more than large enough for the role, and whose technique and musicianship are next to flawless. Applause for her second-act aria "Mi Tradi," was volcanic; no wonder - a better rendition of it today seems inconceivable.

neonstorm:

neonstorm

KiriTe Kanawa - Tarakihi

Always gets me sooo pumped!!!!

Go the All Blacks!!!!!!!!

E, pakia kia rite 

E, ko te rite kia rite 
E, takahia kia ngawari 
E, torona kei waho 
Hoki mai 

E whakarongo ai au 
Ki te tangi mai 
A te manu nei, 

A te tarakihi, 
I te weheruatanga
o te po 

Tara ra-ta kita kita 
Tara ra-ta kita kita 

Wiri o papa, towene, towene 
Wiri o papa, towene, towene 

Hope whai-a-ke 
Turi whatia 
Ei! Ei! Ha! 

Clap in unison, 
in unison, in unison. 
Stamp your feet smoothly
Hands outstretched 
then back.

I listen 
to the cry 
of this flying creature 

of the cicada
in the middle
of the night. 

Tara ra ta ki ta ki ta 
…. cicada noises

Quivering rear end, whirring, whirring
Quivering rear end, whirring, whirring 

Knees bent 
hips swaying 
Ei! Ei! Ha !

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