Leigh Metcalf, memories, Jussi Bjorling
Like many others of my generation, opera for me began with The Great Caruso, to which my parents took me shortly after its release. I particularly liked the trio that ended Act I of Il Trovatore, so I went to the library to check out my first opera recording, the one by RCA Victor. I liked Milanov's voice, and I loved Warren's, but Bjorling's was something altogether different. Every time his voice entered, the hair on the back of my neck stood up, a lump formed in my throat, and tears came to my eyes. It had nothing to do with the words being said. It was the voice- the beauty, the purity, the perfection, the magnificence, the emotion, to say nothing of the incredible breath control and flawless technique, of that glorious, glorious voice. Over forty-five years later, his voice still has the same effect on me- every time.
"In the Spotlight: Leigh Metcalf: My Memories of Jussi,"
Journal of the Jussi Björling Societies of the USA & UK: Vol. 9
, Article 9.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/jussibjorlingsociety/vol9/iss1/9