Tuesday, 16 September 2014

BIKI AND I : HAUTE COUTURE

 THE GALA OF THE CENTURY : 15 DECEMBER 1958 AT L'OPERA DE PARIS
Before La Callas, they call me  FATSA !
After I lost weight,I want to be beautiful,Biki,Puccini's grand-daughter,is another heroine of the legend.She inherited his creative genius, her creations were celebrated all over Milan, later on she conquered  Italy and all the capitals of Europe.
--- I want to be Audrey Hepburn,I love Roman Holiday .
--- You are different,I am going to create gowns that only you can wear, trust me,Alain Reynaud, my son-in-law trained with Jacques Fath in Paris.

They design  some unique outfits that no one but La Callas can wear,wherever I go, day and night whatever I wear I create sensation.
For the Queen,at  Covent Garden Centenary Gala,Biki created  a smashing black dentelle outfit with a back very  low cut,a  unique creation ,at Madison Square for President Kennedy 's forty-fifth birthday another smashing gown that eclipsed  MM's outfit, after the show I stood in line next to Marilyn Monroe, that night she wore  a Jean Louis see-through gown, at Palais Garnier for the Gala of the century,with French President and Madame Coty,all the diplomatic corps and Le Tout Paris ,Brigitte Bardot,Zizi Jeanmaire and husband famed choregrapher Roland Petit,Charlie Chaplin and wife Oona,The Who is Who of Europe, Titta and I wanted it to be the Gala of the century, to show the Italians what they were missing,Luchino Visconti designed the show ,
for the first time in Europe's history a  show was telecast live to nine countries, the newly formed  Europe des Six and three other nations:I stood out,the woman,the voice,the gown.
 I would not have achieved that world recognition on stage and off stage without the elegance and style of her designs,they made me unique,Biki created Callas the fashion model that they wanted to see .

BY LOVE POSSESSED

ALL OUT WITH ARI

 have visions,hear voices,it started when I was fourteen,the year we moved to Athens,Father was away in America,I was alone,lonely,Yacinte seven years older, was lovely, friendly adored by everyone,I believe that my loneliness,depression,my descent into my own inferno triggered something that opened the door to the spirit world.I became possessed,the stage became another dimension, when I am up there I am in a trance,under the Emprise,it lasted twenty years,it was a gift, and what God gave he took it back.When I lost weight, my voice lost volume,range,its power of expression,God wanted me to stop singing,I did my share,another will take over,loosing weight,my voice was His way to end  my destiny.What he gave he took it back.
When I told Ari he laughed :
--- What do you think ?
--- You 're crazy,demented  !
--- Darling,one hundred years from today, people will remember me,you hate me for that.
You are jealous of my fame, my destiny,they make you sick
--- B...!
----You didn't make the list,this century had four geniuses in the field of Arts,Balanchine and Callas,Picasso and Stravinsky,there is no glory nor immortality for a boucanier, however rich.
I didn't want to say it but I did,it just came out the day he kicked me out of the Christina for the dawned sisters'cruise,Jackie Kennedy and Lee.
From that day he hated me,put me down, humiliated me in from of his croonies,the servants,I saw through him,he never forgave ,when I told him  it was the beginning of the end,what little love or admiration he had for me  turned into hatred,jealousy,he started beating  me in from of  the crew, his friends,and the few friends I could invite on the boat.He wanted to humiliate me,we knew each other well,we were both possessed ,I by the demon of  music he was  possessed by some entities, without them he would not have achieved so much in his own field.

Monday, 15 September 2014

WHATEVER YOU DO KEEP WRITING AND SUBMITTING YOUR WORK

WHATEVER YOU DO  KEEP WRITING AND SUBMITTING YOUR WORK

ANNA BOLENA : C DAYS

ANNA BOLENA  :C Days
4 April 1957
I was determined,a role and nights that remain in the History of Music,my V Days, C Nights,Callas Nights.It happened to be Anna Bolena,Luchino's Traviata and Sonnambula were magnificent,but not good enough,near genius.
From the first day of rehearsal I sensed that Visconti's fourth production at La Scala was going to be it,Gianandrea Gavazzeni conducted,Giulietta Simionato was Jane Seymour,Nicola Benois' designs were magnificent,all shades of greys to complement music and drama.Donizetti wrote Anna Bolena  for me.It premiered on 26 December 1830 at the Teatro Carcano,in Milan.A Queen's final days,a mother in despair,a woman in love dies in the hands of the king who swore her eternal love.She had been misjudged by history,I wanted to do her justice,a mother,her daughter that she will not see grow up,her king ,a man she still loves,pride,despair,agony and splendor in everything she did, I sang,acted with fury,beyond anyone's imagination.I prayed,opened my channels,felt the emprise,the power within me.
For twelve nights I was possessed by the demon of music,my Bolenas belong to the history of music.

MEN,SEX,CREATIVITY

MEN,SEX AND CREATIVITY
  20 November 1960


I like older men,Father was in his forties when I was born,was is the reason?
Titta was twenty eight years my senior, and when it lasted I loved him a la folie.
I didn't succeed through the casting couch:Je ne suis pas une putain.
I use my sex drive,my raging hormones are the fuel that drive me,Mother was like that,over-sexed,but had no talent,no gift,no ambition.She knew how to use people,pushed and pulled everyone ,Father dumped her,Jackie became a high class prostitute,the mistress of the Embiricos family's heir.I was not yet fourteen when we moved back to Greece,the eight years in Athens gave me courage and tenacity,the more fun they had at my expense at the Conservatories the more determined I became,I wanted to become the greatest to get even,to show them.Anger,hatred drove me,possession set me apart and above,I sensed I was different,had something the others didn't ,was possessed by some inner demons,the demon of music.
This century had four genuises in the Aarts,Balanchine,Callas,Picasso,and Stravinsky .
--- They create,you interprete
--- Nothing is further from the truth,when I sing I create,listen with your mind,ears and soul and you will see.An aria is a canvas where I paint with sounds,a musical landscape,you see love,despair music and drama,an aria is a moment in the life of a woman living,loving and suffering.

---" Musicality is the capability to make people see the music",I do that and much more.