Bring Me A Storm

Angelo Custodio as Figaro
photo by Kim Krijnen

An opera for soloist and ensemble

Text & Music:

Boris Bezemer

Stage Director:

Stephen Liebman

Scenography:

Django Walon

Dramaturgy:

James Whiting

Conductor:

Coen Stuit

Light Designer:

Jasper Nijholt

Video Editor:

Maurice Angenois

Libretto

The libretto of Bring Me A Storm is based on a soliloquy from an original play by french author Pierre Beaumarchais called The Mad Day, or The Marriage of Figaro [1]. This text is unused in Mozart’s opera version of the play.

In the soliloquy, Beaumarchais blurs the boundaries between fiction and actuality. He mingles his own voice and experiences as a censored author with the struggles of the eternal servant, barber, poet, and jack of all trades: the legendary Figaro.

In Bring Me A Storm, Boris Bezemer takes up the framework of Beaumarchais’s soliloquy and intertwines it with his own poetry, ideas, actualities and other stuff that matters to him.






If I was a rock, I would need you to wash me If I was a rock, I would hide by the sea If I was a rock, I would look for my peers If I was a rock, I would worry about how I look If I was a shark, I would swim so fast that no one would see me If I was a shark, I would be always on the run If I was a shark, I would be an artist If I was a pearl necklace, I would always be nervous If I was a pearl necklace, I would dream of breaking I would dream of being scattered If I was an angel I would take the form of a horse. And fly through rainy clouds. I would wear a beautiful tight suit with scales on it to make me look like a fish. My hooves would be gold, just like my nose ring. My tail would be thick and brown and I'd have a saddle in case I needed to help out a friend, or a lost passenger. Or a dreaming child, or a quiet old soul whose world was slowly shrinking. If I was with you I'd feel completely accepted, like nothing was wrong I would feel like a rock that doesn't want anything I would feel like a shark, free to swim as fast as I can I would feel like pearls in the beds of their mothers I would feel like a child on the back of an angel horse I would practice the trumpet Until it could sing whatever you want However quiet and however sweet I would hug you in bed Under a big fluffy blanket When it's dark and it's cold And when everyone's gone And I would feel your body breathing And I would want nothing more Because I would be a shark And I would be a rock