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In any normal year, late August is a frenetic time at the Metropolitan Opera.
In a basement rehearsal room, the orchestra bones up on scores.
Tailors drape cast members customized mannequins.
This year, the house lies fallow along with the thousands of talents who churn through.
One way to make sense of them all is with superhuman voices and oversize sets.
I can still summon the feeling of her voice on my skin.
Davidsen previewed that exuberance.
One of her gifts is the broad grin in her voice, a fizz that springs from each note.
The first few performances in the series only sharpened my sense of loss.
Its the kind of pitiless moment that can produce a squawk or a hitch or at least a disappointment.
She gave it a cutlass edge.
For a singer with a giant voice, Davidsen has an astonishing command of intimacy.
I know exactly how she felt.
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