Vasil's long and lonely journey to Canada for the love of song ONT Edition

Vasil Garvanliev set his score on the music stand and Roxolana Roslak sat at the piano. She wore black and Vasil wore a madras shirt and silver sneakers. Roxolana said, "Okay, what are we going to do?" So Roxolana, one of his instructors, slapped a big fat chord on the keyboard, and Vasil...

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Published inToronto star
Main Author Fiorito, Joe
Format Newspaper Article
LanguageEnglish
Published Toronto, Ont Torstar Syndication Services, a Division of Toronto Star Newspapers Limited 27.11.2006
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Roslak, Roxolana
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Summary:Vasil Garvanliev set his score on the music stand and Roxolana Roslak sat at the piano. She wore black and Vasil wore a madras shirt and silver sneakers. Roxolana said, "Okay, what are we going to do?" So Roxolana, one of his instructors, slapped a big fat chord on the keyboard, and Vasil warmed up with scales. His voice in that small and sudden practice room was salt in the ocean and light in the air; it was everywhere all at once. "That's good," said Roxolana. Vasil is a good student. He is a lyric baritone. He said, "A lot of people are saying this is not a dramatic piece." Roxolana said, "A lot of people are wrong."
ISSN:0319-0781