On PR: Give Yourself a Mythology

Conductor Nicola Rescigno asked Maria Callas to demonstrate Bel Canto phrasing to the cor anglais soloist for the 1958 recording of Anna Bolena. Rescigno then asked her to explain why precisely she had phrased Anna's music that way. She answered, 'It has to be, because Anne Boleyn was the queen of England.'
Easter Sunday I recorded "Tom Bowling" for the audiobook of My Tutu Went AWOL. James Lloyd, ex-band service player accompanying, commented on how musical my last take had been. Nodding to that Callas story I said, 'It has to be, because of Tom's terrible death. Where his solar plexus once was is now, incarnadine, a cannonball.'
James thought that, as with his five-year-old, I shouldn't have had all those e-number riddled Easter eggs.

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