Hila Plitmann

Ay caramba. I just realized that the Union Chapel concert is this coming Tuesday evening and all my concert dresses are still in a crate somewhere on their way to London…

I’ve always considered showing up to sing in some torn jeans. There’s a fantasy in there somewhere. A thought that it might be liberating, and would allow me to blur the line between ordinary and extraordinary – that is, if you’re one to wear jeans on a daily basis. (And yes, yes, all those fringe contemporary folks have been doing it for years…).

There’s an athereal quality to the program on the 11th, and I’m longing to already be performing it…I’ll be singing ‘Sleep my Child’, ‘Good Night Moon’ and a new, haunting piece by the painfully creative Guy Sigsworth. I went to work with him at his studio a few weeks back and the winds were so strong I’m certain we weren’t in Kansas by the end of it…

And, of course, most of the show will be centered around Eric’s magical choral works with his London based ‘Eric Whitacre Singers’ who are simply PHENOMENAL. Hmmm. He’ll probably look all handsome as usual…And so will all those lovely singers….And the pianist….oof. I guess I need to go shopping.