Kurt Baum was what is best known as a "house tenor." He was not an international star; those illustrious and often beautiful creatures who come and go. Rather he was a fixture at the Metropolitan Opera—for 25 years! A man with a voice of steel, an extremely high and powerful top, and someone who was utterly reliable. It seems he never got sick. He could always be counted upon to turn in a good solid performance, usually in the most heroic and demanding of roles. To be frank, his was not a "pretty" voice, nor did he have movie star looks, by any means. He was more in the category of a singing actor, with an unusually high and powerful voice. He was nearly unique in that regard. Another such tenor does not come easily to mind. While he did not sing with stylistic elegance or innate beauty of tone, he did, to give credit where it is due, adhere to precise tempo and pitch, as this aria shows. He intones unexpected pitches and intervals so close in this aria that they verge on dissonance. It is a strange piece of music in that regard. It is also very high in spots, but that is no problem at all for a man who could a Db with seeming ease.
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Non loin des vieilles tours et des remparts d'Amboise seul j'égarais mes pas, quand j'aperà§ois soudain une riche litière au détour du chemin; d'étudiants nombreux la troupe discourtoise l'entourait, et leurs cris, leur air audacieux me laissaient deviner leur projet: je m'élance... Tout fuit à mon aspect. Timide, je m'avance... Ah! quel spectacle enchanteur vint s'offrir à mes yeux!
Plus blanche que la blanche hermine, plus pure qu'un jour de printemps, un ange, une vierge divine, de sa vue éblouit mes sens. Vierge immortelle! Qu'elle était belle! Et malgré moi devant elle m'inclinant, je disais, je lui disais: Belle ange, reine des amours, beauté du ciel, Je t'aimerais toujours!
En m'écoutant, un doux sourire trahit le trouble de son coeur, et dans ses yeux j'ai su lire le présage de mon bonheur. Amant fidèle, flamme nouvelle brûle mon coeur, flamme éternelle me brûle encor, et je me dis: Belle ange, reine des amours, beauté du ciel, Je t'aimerais toujours!
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