There’s no other way to slice it at this waking hour, learning Walküre Brünnhilde is a beast.

My inside out inner emotions are having a robust adolescent heyday with this very intense score.

Singing wise, I’m on Joy’s turf. It’s written where I live. It leaps, visits middle C periodically for laryngeal leisure, and pops up to A5 with a delightfully angular approach and an unforgettable heroic leitmotif.

However, linguistically and harmonically, I’ve been challenged to a gun fight while carrying a knife. My feels are running the gamut on turbo speed. ATM, my two emotional standouts running the board include:

1. JOY bursts through when Brünnhilde describes how Siegmund breathed his love into her Valkyrie heart.
2. FEAR engages and prepares for calamity when we reach this one transitional phrase that reads like rocket science but someone makes enharmonic/dramatic sense as father daughter doom is looming.

Those not running in the forefront right now are experiencing the following secondary feels:

ANGER is triggered by the tricky entrances.
DISGUST is displeased with Schirmer scores.
EMBARRASSMENT is lurking.
ENVY misses college aged floppy disc brain.
ANXIETY ate her feelings and is numbed out.
SADNESS & ENNUI abstain from commenting.

#ZuRoßdaßichdichrette

#operasinger

#brunnhilde

#giddyup

#insideout

#walkure