Audience giving testimonials after my “An Affair to Remember” Cabaret Show about the remarkable love story of Kurt Weill and Lotte Lenya.
Trailer to my one woman show!
A very personal program in a collaboration with visual artist Lisa Rosowsky about the lives of our fathers during WWII and the impact their stories had on us.
I had the privilege to sing “God Bless America” at a Red Sox game in front of almost 40.000 people! What a thrill!!!
This is such a touching song, the lyrics were written by Adam Kuckhoff to his 2 year old son Ule, two days before he was executed. Norbert Glanzberg wrote the music. A masterpiece!
Ein berührendes Lied nach einem Text von Adam Kuckhoff, den er, zwei Tage vor seiner Hinrichtung an seinen 2 jährigen Sohn Ule schrieb. Die Musik ist von Norbert Glanzberg.
Donna Elvira’s aria from the Mozart opera “Don Giovanni”.
This was a production of “Der Vogelhändler” from the Mörbisch Operetta Festival 1998.
Eine Produktion von “Der Vogelhänder” bei den Seefestspielen in Mörbisch 1998.
Berlin Gendarmenmarkt, 1998
Carlos Kalmar conducts the Symphonie Orchester, Dessau
This video is a tribute to Roberto Cassan, a wonderful human being and accordion player, who passed away unexpectedly and much too early! Filmed during our last concert together in April 2016!
Ute Gfrerer, Corso Wien under Alfons Egger and Ferry Janoska on bandoneon.
This is a beautiful Tango. Here is a translation of the lyrics into English!
The Lost Birds
I love the lost birds
That come back from death
To blend in with a sky
Where I will never be able to get back.
The memories come back,
The hours of my youth that I gave away,
And a ghost comes from the sea
Made out of things I loved and lost.
Everything was a dream, a dream that we lost,
Like we lost the birds and the sea,
A short and ancient dream like the time
That mirrors can not reflect.
Later I tried to lose you in so many others
And that other one and all of them were you;
I finally got to recognize when a goodbye is a goodbye,
Loneliness devours me, and we were left two.
The night birds come back
They fly, blind, over the sea,
The entire night is a mirror
That brings your loneliness back to me.
I am but a lost bird
Coming back from death
To blend in with a sky
Where I will never be able to get back.