Hi! I am Dorothea Fayne. Thank you for visiting my site. I am a young, New York City based, American opera singer. For the past four and a half years I have been living, studying, and performing in New York City. And I have just released my first CD: Dawnings among other things. I have also made a short documentary-film in Munich last month. It is called "Skippy and Dodo." It is right now in the editting stage, and should be finished in September of 1999. It is about me and my parrot-- her name is Skippy!!!
This past November I returned to New York City from Europe, where I
studied, took lessons, practiced, and attended a music
festival in Germany. The music festival was called FRAU
MUSICA (NOVA). It was held in the city of Köln, Germany.
I did have a lot of fun in Europe...
But not too much, of course..
In January I went back to Germany again auditioning and singing concerts. By March I made my way to Munich to meet another young singer and exchange ideas and music. Later that month I moved for a while to Munich. It is a beautiful, passionate, musical city. And in September I should be back there singing for the Opera House...
At the moment I am in Italy. Here I am practicing everyday in a beautiful church, built by the Romans. I have also sung as a soloist in a Basilica after the Mass. And I was a soloist with a small choir... Where is Dorothea in Italy... Well, that mystery will be answered in a week or two, when you come back to visit my site, or please write to me via email...
While I was in Köln in November I met a young, Vietnamese composer-- Tran Kim Ngoc--
from Hanoi, Vietnam. She is presently writing an orchestral
piece for me. If things go right I may be able to sing this
piece in Vietnam.
I also met Meredith Monk in November. She is a wonderful singer and composer. I even had the great priviledge to meet with her again here in New York City in January before returning to Germany.
I just finished writing an Opera. It was written here
in the United States and in Germany.
Some of the music was written on the long train rides between
my auditions and lessons in Europe.
Other parts of the opera were written in a noisy
coffee shop on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.
It is called .
This is a One Act Opera-Drama about artists, singers,
painters, writers, dancers, and musicians or color.
I have written this Opera in honor
of my Mentor, one of the greatest Sopranos
of our Century and in those to come...
I will be singing in the United States and in Europe over
the next year, and I will post all of these performances
on the last page of my website. Please be patient.
This website is under construction, especially since so many
changes are taking place in my musical and artistic life...
I am now updating this site a little. It is July and I am living in Italy...
It is beautiful here... so only God knows what is next.
Meanwhile I am meeting musicians from Austria, Germany, Chile, France, and Italy...
and about upcoming performances in the USA and Europe.
is my first CD.|
It has arias, recits, artsongs, and original electronic music
on it. Some of the composers included are John Dowland,
Christoff W. von Gluck, George Bizet, Gustav Mahler, Franz,
Schubert, Johannes Brahms, Charles Ives,
and Gaetano Donizetti.
The artwork is original. All of the
translations were done by myself. Dawnings is a
compilation of Live Performances and Live Rehearsals in
New York City. The pianists are Michael Fennelly
and Asaf Blasberg.
A check, money order or cash (USA or other exchanges) may be sent to:
c/o D. Barr
285 Lark St., basement
Contact Number: not available right now Contact Fax:not available right now Email: DodoFayne@yahoo.com
Please read on to .
Don't forget to email me or sign my guestbook, when you are finished.
IN THOSE YEARS
In those years, people will say, we lost track
of the meaning of we, of you
we found ourselves
reduced to I
and the whole thing became
silly, ironic, terrible:
we were trying to live a personal life
and yes, that was the only life
we could bear witness to
But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged
into our personal weather
They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove
along the shore, through the rags of fog
where we stood, saying I
Here is my Next Page!