I heard David Pershall sing Escamillo in Carmen last year. He was excellent, considerate and good looking, and he sang his part beautifully. This year, having been declared one of the 25 finest rising singers in the world of opera and serving as the Vienna Opera's first baritone, he spoke to a group I belong to and dazzled us beyond measure. Radiant, extraordinarily handsome, completely at ease, he is in full command of his gift--something many of you may have been privileged to experience this weekend when world-class opera came to us.
One of the joys of being in the Greensboro opera community is being privileged to watch the unfolding of such talent.
The following poem is an attempt to convey that experience.