Is there anything Stephanie Blythe can't sing? F. PAUL DRISCOLL
profiles the rising young mezzo, who has flourished in Handel,
Bizet, Offenbach and Rossini by combining golden-age singing with
twenty-first-century savvy. And her way with an Irving Berlin tune
ain't chopped liver, either.
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