I am a first soprano vocalist, trained by Douglas Susu-Mago, trainer to vocalists in the Chicago Lyric Opera.
That means I love singing songs from arias in Italian or French and I would win any game involving “name that musical.” I was singing “Don’t Rain on My Parade” at the top of my 7-year old lungs in my parents’ basement when that movie first premiered. My sister and I sang for friends and family and anyone who came over for coffee at an early age, with my father accompanying us. We fought over the microphone, of course, and I usually got it, but she has three notes above my high C. While attending St. Olaf College, I was accepted a full year early as a sophomore in the well-respected St. Olaf a capella Choir and endured the usual hazing, forehead to baseball ball, then walking down a hill.
I started Wedding Song Trio in 1983 with my father, Patrick Ferreri, and a flautist named Arthur Lauer, who has since passed away from cancer. My father’s site tell his story from winning a guitar competition at the age 14 to being revered in the Chicagoland for his ability to compose on the spot and sight read the most complex of compositions without a single error. Here is our rendition of “Come to Me/Jesus is Calling:” and the website I designed for my father: www.patrickferreri.com
I also love to sew and I was taught from an early age by my mother on a Singer treadle machine, making a majority of my own clothes by high school. I have a long waist and long legs, so it was easier to make items to fit, going to Jo-ann Fabrics and buying a bolt that would make a dress, a skirt or several blouses. My mother was a seamstress and my grandmother before her as well; both made complicated sequinned costumes for dancing performances–tap and ballet. In college, I learned how to make my own patterns, as did my mother, [the techical term is “slopers”] and added crocheting blankets while dropping knitting like a hot potato. I still have the one military green slipper with a pom-pom I knitted as a teen and if there is a one-footed person out there who wants it, I will gladly send it to them. Many of my sewing skills were learned in Girl Scouts. If there was a patch for it, I earned it. I enjoyed cross stitch and moved on to learn 100 embroidery stitches, using the Coats and Clark 1975 booklet. I started my own couture line in 2009 and made finery out of silk and satin for special occasions. I too got caught up in the make-your-own-masks mantra from our main stream media in 2020 and I made close to 90 fo them before I decided I was born free to live free.
This is why I say when I write PR or design a website, I bring a wealth of background in lyrics and musicality to the process. I want every project to be a thing of beauty, not just a check-marked box of something completed on time. Artistry is what makes life interesting and and “rugged individualism” is the American way. We all bring to the table different skills.
At the age of 52, I learned how to fish in lakes in Tennessee from the bank and in a john boat… and I have caught my fair share of sun fish and bass, baiting my own hook with a cricket [using oversized sewing tweezers] and removing the fish hook with my own hands. I felt it was important for me to have some survival skills and being able to catch the evening’s meal was a good start. I learned to shoot guns for the same reason. I moved from fear of them to proficient shooting of them and if men can count marksmanship a skill, I believe women can too. I see no reason for a woman to quivver in the corner waiting to be “saved” from danger, when she can shoot the intruder and save herself!