The Broncos Tank but Renee Rocks
The slaughter that was theÂ Superbowl got off at least to a classy start when Renee Fleming sang our national anthem.
I’m sure many were saying Renee who? Others bemoaned an opera singer at our premier national event (for TV at least). Â Some were counting the 2 and a half hours until Downton Abbey.
If you follow Renee Fleming, and many do, you already know she is a beautiful woman with a beautiful voice. She is a scrupulous and well-trained musician, and you don’t stay the Met’s prima diva for twenty years without knowing your business. I thought she sang “The Star Spangled Banner” beautifully. You need an octave and a half range out of the gate! Renee had just enough flourishes to make it her own.
I admit being late on theÂ Renee Fleming bus. Her recordings left me bored. She was glitzed up and over packaged and over produced. Then about ten years ago I saw her on stage at theÂ Met in La traviata.Â She was exquisite, and I was hooked on herÂ live performances anyway.
She’s appeared twice locally in recent years–at Denison University in recital (thank you, Lorraine Wales) and singing Richard Strauss with theÂ Columbus Symphony. I attended those rehearsals and watched her work up close. The woman has no body fat on her at all, and a torso that’s solid muscle. I’ll say no more.
The sportscasters kvelled a bit, the cheers were lustyÂ and nobody mispronounced Â ’ReNAY Fleming.” You go, girlfriend.