She certainly has an extraordinary and very good unusual voice and sings all the notes spot on accurately. However, I prefer this song, sung by an operatic character acting a young lady life size doll, quite literally , to be sung by a high very extreme but very light girly coloratura soprano. That voice type suits that role best. There are a couple of good modern day younger women who can pull off this exceptionally hard song. I recall my European to go sing that song; when I was about 7 or so, complaining about boredom, generally being a pain. She tried to show me how! And started off OK "Les oiseaux dans la chamille da da da da... .." and frizzled out, despite her good voice. "Now you sing..." I tried to imitate this aria playing on the radio out in the Aussie bush, far from any culture... Kookaburras perched onthe very high radio pole my father had errected to pick up "Europe" and "cultured life" were laughing their heads off. At us trying to si g high operatic arias. "You can't even do it but you tell me to sing it" I complained, when I couldn't make those very extreme coloratura notes that sounded so much like birds singing that some magpies and other birds must have heard us, thought there was some "bush birds party" going on and hung around, as birds sometimes will if you sing high or boys play electric guitars very well. "I'm olde and you're young and the girl who sings that is a very pretty young doll, like you should be... So why don't you look like one and sing like her. You need to be better... " I tried and tried, but it was impossible. Magpies started to warble the incredible way they do their bird call. "Listen to how they do it and copy them.... I'm too busy... Got to clean and cook and do important work, not sing operas..." I looked at the magpies, hoping for a bit of guidance on how to do the fast warbly high bits of that song. One opened his beak, staring intensely as me and started his magpie song... It sounded good, but a bit different from the aria played on the radio. I tried to imitate him. Impossible. I started crying and throwing a tantrum. "Mum! I can't do it..." She just turned and said "Go away... And don't knock pots of boiling potatoes over and burn me like you did before... Try harder. Call me when you get it right and it had better be good..." I tried to get help with the song from our young new primary school teacher who rode a motorbike to school daily. "I don't know that song. Sing it for me.. And I'll see if I can learn it and show you how..." I started to sing and the entire classroom burst out laughing but I could still not speak English very well and just did understand why. "Oh, I think this song might be better for your voice... It's in English... Easier.. " And she introduced me to a version of "Blow The Wind Southerly" by the late great British contralto, Kathleen Ferrier. "This is nicer... You can hear the wind blowing and see the fishermen's boats crossing the dangerous sand bar as they come in to safer waters at port... You can sing it at the next big school open day we have... Everybody will be watching and you will need a new nice dress to wear... One of the mums will give you one their oldest daughters grew out of.... There's a nice white lace and blue gingham one with blue ribbons, like the sea and the yacht sails... Practice it at home so it sounds good on the big day... " I began singing it home. "What's this garbage?!?" My mother called out "Sing proper music, like Ishowed you, or better still, learn to cook and sew and keep a good house and look better. You'll never get a husband..." Then my father with his penchant for wailing and singing very low standard, rough flamenco gypsy type music on his guitar chimed in with "Princess, music's good fun but it's for the poor or sick, orphans or unfortunate ones... But you are lucky. You have parents and are not dick, poor, with only one arm or leg or blind or deaf... You don't have to sing operas... Sing with me. I'll play guitar, you sing and dance. The flamenco dancer girl tells the guitar player what notes to play by how she taps her feet for his rhythm and how she sings..." I had no idea how to spontsneously invent music, as these poor, unrefined folk type Latin musicians do, with no musical training. "You can't sing operas, anyway... You couldn't even sing the aria about the birds in the trees on playing on the radio.. ... You need to learn other things. And no daughter of mine is ever going to be seen behaving like a gypsy harlot, singing flamenco to drunken men in cantinas..." Dhr glared st my father, who picked up his old battered guitar he had made himself and said "Put on the ted dress daddy just nought his little princess. We are off to the pub to sing and dance. It's pay day..." I had no problems complying with such an instruction because I knew there would be a tall glass of freshly made real raspberry lemonade, involved, with real locally grown crushed raspberries floating in it. A real treat, from the bar owner. All I had yo do was try and sing this dreadful music and dance on the table top in an area that was supposed to be the "ladies lounge" which had bright yellow and black spotted torn plastic and tin, very tiny, uncomfortable chairs. The only "ladies" who ever were seen in this area called "The Snakes Pit" was the local female "old tart", middle aged, trowelled on make up, badly applied bright ruby red lipstick, trying to look seductively at all the men in the bar celebrating payday singing, drinking, laughing at jokes and many very tall stories they told there....Totally ignoring her. They would then sit me in "the Ladies lounge" after my table top performance in the men's bar, to drink my raspberry lemonade. Beause "little ladies don't hang in all men bar, with drunken men, right?!?". I hated it there. My legs were still too short to touch the floor sitting on those spotty yellow and black chairs, flies everywhere., But it's how I could secure the nice raspberry lemonade, so I complied and sat in this deserted, lonely, cold "ladies lounge" and stared at that strange lady drinking glass after glass of something that looked different from my red lemonade. Amber colour... She was an alcoholic the men cruelly taunted with nick names like "The Queen Of Hearts" and the rest of that nursery rhyme... She sat in silence and only spoke once, to tell me I was "too young" and I should be there... It made no sense to me. I told my father there was a funny lady in the " Ladies Lounge", not like mum and other mothers in the town,who yelled and hurled abuse at tough hard working husbands living it up at the local pub on pay day, blowing what little money they did make. "She's one of those... You don't want to end up like that... Daddy gonna find a good husband for his princess, the best man on earth...He will be the King and you'll be his queen... " I had visions of palaces, castles etc with kings snd queens with crowns on etc like they had told me they had in Europe and I had read about in girls' story books. But where LI lived looked very different and I wondered which Australian town down the line these kings with towns actually had their big castles etc. None in our tiny run down poor bush hamlet... But, these experiences were my eatliest forays into "culture" as a poor Aussie immigrant country kid with mo access to music or ballet lessons etc. Though we did have a very stern and oppressive , most peculiar old lady who dressed in weird hats, long velvet skirts, lace etc in broad daylight in the rough Australian bush lifestyle and played "the piano", very pompously, raising her long manicured fingers high in the air, quite comical, as she yelled abuse at us young girls for having "bad deportment" and even worse "elocution". She was determined to instill "culture" in us. I think she had come from the UK. She never mixed with the local Aussie country women who weremore into country line dancing in big clod hopper cowboy boots than fine opera and ballet and learning that special walk ballet dancers do in pink satin ballet slippers with ribbons, as they walk onto a stage, which she was trying to teach us girls, but we kept tripping up on long skirts she dressed us in. "Ah, ya don't wanna walk like a duck, like she says... You'll soon start quacking like one" I heard one Aissie mum tell her daughter who was starting to take a real interest in ballet and learning how to move graciously. "And, anyway, you look like a fat heiffer cow. And I'm not buying you a new dress limeshe said you need... I only have one, so you can make do with one, too. We ain't got no money... Alright for her... She's filthy rich, but can't get a husband even... " she added. The poor girl didn't know who to follow for a female role model and guide. Nut, by hook or by crook, she was going to be in the "Junior Debutantes" ball the local "culture vulture" lady no other mothers dared speak to or contradict had planned for her "girls". She was going to buy them all long pretty pastel coloured long frilly lace dresses and they were to walk out like polished prima ballerina divas, each take a a satin sash to match the colour of their dress and perfectly "weave the maypole" in a traditional English folkloric type Maypole Dance, which really did look spectacular done well, and all the venue decorated with flowers, wattle and gum leaves locals and Aborgiinal folk gathered from the surrounding bush . All worth it in the end.
Her voice is so pure and despite its very high tessitura never shrill in the slightest that sometimes it doesn't sound even real. Perhaps the most beautiful timbre of leggero soprano in decades.
She is otherworldly. My only wish is that there were more live recordings of her where we could see her and how she interpreted these pieces as she sang them. She has an electric quality to her from the very few videos there are of her here on CZcams.
No; but, let me confess, I am stunned EVERY TIME by her. I simply can't get enough of her. Thanks a lot for all these pearls! btw, I just think her una voce is not a "rendition", but a "creation" and could be labeled as "the aria of the century".
Ingeborg rates as one of the greatest coloratura sopranos and she performs this famous aria brilliantly. As a separate observation try Carla Maffioletti's various live renditions. You would be pleasantly surprised especially her sustained spectacular G#6 at the end!
she has that gift of making it sound easy, her intonation is precise and the clarity of line is also lovely. it's a beautiful voice, I wonder what it was like to hear in real life?
and good lord that glissando figure or scale up to the high note is really spectacular and works musically - as well as being very eerie, like an animal almost
Dear Lohengrin Ingeborg Hallstein was very famous in Germany .. because of her television work. She sang unter Karajan opening night Theater an der Wien .. a fulminante Queen of the Night .. Munich are the base often Salzburg ...
Yes, she is underrated, but that stems from singing a lot of operettas, which at the time "you didn't do this as a serious artist". Although I would agree with Walter Legge, who remarked about Karajan's Fledermaus: 'Great conductors of Johann Strauss and the best Lehar are rarer than men who can squeeze out the face flannels of Mahler's self-pity.' The same is valid for singers. The only singer at the time who crossed genres 'unpunished' was Fritz Wunderlich.
@Mark Daren Villanueva Wer - bitte schön - hat Ingeborg Hallstein bezüglich ihrer Stimme, ihres Gesangs, ja ihres gesamten charmanten Erscheinungsbildes wegen unterschätzt?
Lee Martínez very well observed. Perhaps one reason Ingeborg Hallstein maintained her vocal brilliance is due to the fact she other than Dessay didn’t too much Belcanto. She hadn’t an international career then, so she could stick to Mozart, even Operetta and Lieder. I know her Rosina, but no Amina (Sonnambula) or Lucia, Dessay did. all of that. Unfortunately she can’t do it anymore.
Oh Yes, it just gives me shivers! I am just going to listen to her, and meditate into it, and understand How in the world-- and then someday I can Be her. lol
What LP does contain this aria? I have been looking but don’t know the name in German and that makes it really hard to find any helpful information. Thank you
She certainly has an extraordinary and very good unusual voice and sings all the notes spot on accurately. However, I prefer this song, sung by an operatic character acting a young lady life size doll, quite literally , to be sung by a high very extreme but very light girly coloratura soprano. That voice type suits that role best. There are a couple of good modern day younger women who can pull off this exceptionally hard song. I recall my European to go sing that song; when I was about 7 or so, complaining about boredom, generally being a pain. She tried to show me how! And started off OK "Les oiseaux dans la chamille da da da da... .." and frizzled out, despite her good voice. "Now you sing..." I tried to imitate this aria playing on the radio out in the Aussie bush, far from any culture... Kookaburras perched onthe very high radio pole my father had errected to pick up "Europe" and "cultured life" were laughing their heads off. At us trying to si g high operatic arias. "You can't even do it but you tell me to sing it" I complained, when I couldn't make those very extreme coloratura notes that sounded so much like birds singing that some magpies and other birds must have heard us, thought there was some "bush birds party" going on and hung around, as birds sometimes will if you sing high or boys play electric guitars very well. "I'm olde and you're young and the girl who sings that is a very pretty young doll, like you should be... So why don't you look like one and sing like her. You need to be better... " I tried and tried, but it was impossible. Magpies started to warble the incredible way they do their bird call. "Listen to how they do it and copy them.... I'm too busy... Got to clean and cook and do important work, not sing operas..." I looked at the magpies, hoping for a bit of guidance on how to do the fast warbly high bits of that song. One opened his beak, staring intensely as me and started his magpie song... It sounded good, but a bit different from the aria played on the radio. I tried to imitate him. Impossible. I started crying and throwing a tantrum. "Mum! I can't do it..." She just turned and said "Go away... And don't knock pots of boiling potatoes over and burn me like you did before... Try harder. Call me when you get it right and it had better be good..." I tried to get help with the song from our young new primary school teacher who rode a motorbike to school daily. "I don't know that song. Sing it for me.. And I'll see if I can learn it and show you how..." I started to sing and the entire classroom burst out laughing but I could still not speak English very well and just did understand why. "Oh, I think this song might be better for your voice... It's in English... Easier.. " And she introduced me to a version of "Blow The Wind Southerly" by the late great British contralto, Kathleen Ferrier. "This is nicer... You can hear the wind blowing and see the fishermen's boats crossing the dangerous sand bar as they come in to safer waters at port... You can sing it at the next big school open day we have... Everybody will be watching and you will need a new nice dress to wear... One of the mums will give you one their oldest daughters grew out of.... There's a nice white lace and blue gingham one with blue ribbons, like the sea and the yacht sails... Practice it at home so it sounds good on the big day... " I began singing it home. "What's this garbage?!?" My mother called out "Sing proper music, like Ishowed you, or better still, learn to cook and sew and keep a good house and look better. You'll never get a husband..." Then my father with his penchant for wailing and singing very low standard, rough flamenco gypsy type music on his guitar chimed in with "Princess, music's good fun but it's for the poor or sick, orphans or unfortunate ones... But you are lucky. You have parents and are not dick, poor, with only one arm or leg or blind or deaf... You don't have to sing operas... Sing with me. I'll play guitar, you sing and dance. The flamenco dancer girl tells the guitar player what notes to play by how she taps her feet for his rhythm and how she sings..." I had no idea how to spontsneously invent music, as these poor, unrefined folk type Latin musicians do, with no musical training. "You can't sing operas, anyway... You couldn't even sing the aria about the birds in the trees on playing on the radio.. ... You need to learn other things. And no daughter of mine is ever going to be seen behaving like a gypsy harlot, singing flamenco to drunken men in cantinas..." Dhr glared st my father, who picked up his old battered guitar he had made himself and said "Put on the ted dress daddy just nought his little princess. We are off to the pub to sing and dance. It's pay day..." I had no problems complying with such an instruction because I knew there would be a tall glass of freshly made real raspberry lemonade, involved, with real locally grown crushed raspberries floating in it. A real treat, from the bar owner. All I had yo do was try and sing this dreadful music and dance on the table top in an area that was supposed to be the "ladies lounge" which had bright yellow and black spotted torn plastic and tin, very tiny, uncomfortable chairs. The only "ladies" who ever were seen in this area called "The Snakes Pit" was the local female "old tart", middle aged, trowelled on make up, badly applied bright ruby red lipstick, trying to look seductively at all the men in the bar celebrating payday singing, drinking, laughing at jokes and many very tall stories they told there....Totally ignoring her. They would then sit me in "the Ladies lounge" after my table top performance in the men's bar, to drink my raspberry lemonade. Beause "little ladies don't hang in all men bar, with drunken men, right?!?". I hated it there. My legs were still too short to touch the floor sitting on those spotty yellow and black chairs, flies everywhere., But it's how I could secure the nice raspberry lemonade, so I complied and sat in this deserted, lonely, cold "ladies lounge" and stared at that strange lady drinking glass after glass of something that looked different from my red lemonade. Amber colour... She was an alcoholic the men cruelly taunted with nick names like "The Queen Of Hearts" and the rest of that nursery rhyme... She sat in silence and only spoke once, to tell me I was "too young" and I should be there... It made no sense to me. I told my father there was a funny lady in the " Ladies Lounge", not like mum and other mothers in the town,who yelled and hurled abuse at tough hard working husbands living it up at the local pub on pay day, blowing what little money they did make. "She's one of those... You don't want to end up like that... Daddy gonna find a good husband for his princess, the best man on earth...He will be the King and you'll be his queen... " I had visions of palaces, castles etc with kings snd queens with crowns on etc like they had told me they had in Europe and I had read about in girls' story books. But where LI lived looked very different and I wondered which Australian town down the line these kings with towns actually had their big castles etc. None in our tiny run down poor bush hamlet... But, these experiences were my eatliest forays into "culture" as a poor Aussie immigrant country kid with mo access to music or ballet lessons etc. Though we did have a very stern and oppressive , most peculiar old lady who dressed in weird hats, long velvet skirts, lace etc in broad daylight in the rough Australian bush lifestyle and played "the piano", very pompously, raising her long manicured fingers high in the air, quite comical, as she yelled abuse at us young girls for having "bad deportment" and even worse "elocution". She was determined to instill "culture" in us. I think she had come from the UK. She never mixed with the local Aussie country women who weremore into country line dancing in big clod hopper cowboy boots than fine opera and ballet and learning that special walk ballet dancers do in pink satin ballet slippers with ribbons, as they walk onto a stage, which she was trying to teach us girls, but we kept tripping up on long skirts she dressed us in. "Ah, ya don't wanna walk like a duck, like she says... You'll soon start quacking like one" I heard one Aissie mum tell her daughter who was starting to take a real interest in ballet and learning how to move graciously. "And, anyway, you look like a fat heiffer cow. And I'm not buying you a new dress limeshe said you need... I only have one, so you can make do with one, too. We ain't got no money... Alright for her... She's filthy rich, but can't get a husband even... " she added. The poor girl didn't know who to follow for a female role model and guide. Nut, by hook or by crook, she was going to be in the "Junior Debutantes" ball the local "culture vulture" lady no other mothers dared speak to or contradict had planned for her "girls". She was going to buy them all long pretty pastel coloured long frilly lace dresses and they were to walk out like polished prima ballerina divas, each take a a satin sash to match the colour of their dress and perfectly "weave the maypole" in a traditional English folkloric type Maypole Dance, which really did look spectacular done well, and all the venue decorated with flowers, wattle and gum leaves locals and Aborgiinal folk gathered from the surrounding bush . All worth it in the end.
Da kann ich nur zustimmen.
Ok
Damn that’s crazy
Her voice is so pure and despite its very high tessitura never shrill in the slightest that sometimes it doesn't sound even real. Perhaps the most beautiful timbre of leggero soprano in decades.
4:34 digital vocal cords
The glissando after the windup and the finish are out of this world!
digital
She is otherworldly. My only wish is that there were more live recordings of her where we could see her and how she interpreted these pieces as she sang them. She has an electric quality to her from the very few videos there are of her here on CZcams.
She was very present in the 1960/70ies when I grew up
a wonderufl singer and charming, beautiful lady
She brings tears of joy
the echo makes it sound even more beautiful
Un soprano di coloratura geniale! Una tecnica vocale perfetta
SIMPLE -- AMAZING VOICE!!!!! I LISTEN AGAIN, AGAIN, AGAIN
Oh heavens! I cannot believe my ear. Her staccati are out of this world. Oh my!
is this your first experience of Hallstein?
No; but, let me confess, I am stunned EVERY TIME by her. I simply can't get enough of her. Thanks a lot for all these pearls!
btw, I just think her una voce is not a "rendition", but a "creation" and could be labeled as "the aria of the century".
4:36 this will never be done again by no one One of a kind
Miracle cannot be explained or imitated, dear Lohengrin!
L'élégance et le charme au service d'une technique phénoménale et d'une musicalité irréprochable et incroyablement inspirée.
Wow someone got me to enjoy listening to this aria! Hallstein can do anything 🙂
4:34 OMFG
Amazing performance ... think I'm a little bit in love with that voice
🌺🌸🌹🌺🌸🌹
Incredible that anyone would attempt that little upward ascent at the end, let alone nail it like this.
I never heard these such high notes at the end.
Ingeborg rates as one of the greatest coloratura sopranos and she performs this famous aria brilliantly. As a separate observation try Carla Maffioletti's various live renditions. You would be pleasantly surprised especially her sustained spectacular G#6 at the end!
she has that gift of making it sound easy, her intonation is precise and the clarity of line is also lovely. it's a beautiful voice, I wonder what it was like to hear in real life?
and good lord that glissando figure or scale up to the high note is really spectacular and works musically - as well as being very eerie, like an animal almost
This is a god's gift
Brawississimo ! Goldene Stimme , die clingt wunderschone !
stunning.
4:34 digital vocal cords
@@LohengrinO Why ruin nature ..sucks to add digital
Unreal, headphone breaking. I don't even like opera, but she is an angel.
she was Unreal for sure, and quite unknown, underrated immensely
God, she was gorgeous and musically so gifted... I wish I was her. Hahaha
and not particularly famous when she was active...
Dear Lohengrin Ingeborg Hallstein was very famous in Germany .. because of her television work. She sang unter Karajan opening night Theater an der Wien .. a fulminante Queen of the Night ..
Munich are the base often Salzburg ...
well she is not a talent for local fame but for global fame..
Always a joy to hear anything by the great nonpareil Ingeborg Hallstein!! Thank you for sharing this treasure!
She is underrated.
if u havent listened to this: czcams.com/video/7fT244R83zM/video.html
There is no question about it.
That she is. She turned to lieder. 😕
Yes, she is underrated, but that stems from singing a lot of operettas, which at the time "you didn't do this as a serious artist". Although I would agree with Walter Legge, who remarked about Karajan's Fledermaus: 'Great conductors of Johann Strauss and the best Lehar are rarer than men who can squeeze out the face flannels of Mahler's self-pity.' The same is valid for singers. The only singer at the time who crossed genres 'unpunished' was Fritz Wunderlich.
@Mark Daren Villanueva Wer - bitte schön - hat Ingeborg Hallstein bezüglich ihrer Stimme, ihres Gesangs, ja ihres gesamten charmanten Erscheinungsbildes wegen unterschätzt?
Parfait legato ! Justesse impeccable ! Il ne s'agit pas du sol#, mais du la bémol
Amazing
Omg..i cant believe a human could sing like this since long ago
Amazing.. She is a perfect coloratura. Also.. She sang this aria in 🇩🇪 not Frenchlol....
Her "mordiente" makes a huge difference in terms of health and it forecasts a longer bright in her voice compared to the warmer sound of Dessay.
Lee Martínez very well observed. Perhaps one reason Ingeborg Hallstein maintained her vocal brilliance is due to the fact she other than Dessay didn’t too much Belcanto. She hadn’t an international career then, so she could stick to Mozart, even Operetta and Lieder. I know her Rosina, but no Amina (Sonnambula) or Lucia, Dessay did. all of that. Unfortunately she can’t do it anymore.
MAGNIFIQUE
Escalas de oro.Surgen de su voz...
The BEST ever
wow
isnt Ingeborg truly something... :p
Волшебный голос!
4:29 to 4:40!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Another world...
the staccati in 4:38, the last ones, are unreal
Oh Yes, it just gives me shivers! I am just going to listen to her, and meditate into it, and understand How in the world-- and then someday I can Be her. lol
Wow she sounded like a bird!
Wonderful.
There is a lot of echo in this recording. Is this as it was supposed to be?
I believe this is a live performance.
What LP does contain this aria? I have been looking but don’t know the name in German and that makes it really hard to find any helpful information. Thank you
Niki Minaj' Anakonda
Lohengrin O 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Great! I am buying it now!!!
@@luishizaru 😇
Recorded from inside the bathtub drain. It’s surprising such a small person can make such a big sound! 😂😮🎉
no no I had thrown her inside a 300 meter deep well and closed the cap above...
Is she singing this in German rather than French?
Her and the music will get top billing in heaven, unfortunately I'll probably be listening to rap
LOL at the other place, you mean?
Is this the doll song
no it is Niki Minaj's Anakonda
@@LohengrinO lol
What year was this performance?
no idea, even in official cds there are no dates of her performances
@@LohengrinO dang! Curious to know how old she was here!
@@MrKONEWKO me too
399 👍
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