Bob
It was the sixth of July, just a few weeks ago. I had called him a few times that week and successfully reached him on the third try. We talked briefly and before we said goodbye, he asked if I would coach one of his students. This young singer, he explained, has a lot of potential and he really enjoyed working with him.
That’s Bob.
He cared so much for his students which was evidenced by his patience, his kindness and lifelong dedication to teaching. He adored the human voice and respected all those who went to him for guidance. His vast knowledge, his generosity and his enthusiasm for a beautiful vowel were just some of the many things we admired and cherished about him. One afternoon in Urbania, Italy, Bob gave me a voice lesson. I had told him about my fear of singing above the staff and he wanted to show me that with the right vowels, I could get over my fear of (vocal) heights. By the end of our lesson, I was singing high Ds and Es — something I thought would never be possible. We had so much fun that afternoon and because Bob is Bob, he encouraged me to keep singing. He was our cheerleader and so very important to the development of so many artists around the world.
He loved languages and was never shy about expressing his desire to keep learning them. His eyes would light up with such joy in any discussion about language. I loved my lessons with him at the Met, which I often joked were sometimes like therapy sessions, and recorded many of them which I will treasure forever. In addition to my studies of the Italian language, I studied French and German with Bob and at one point, I tried Russian. This man had an abundance of patience, which meant that I could soak up all this knowledge from him without major frustrations and hurdles.
Bob was not a fan of taking pictures but I somehow managed to capture him a few times throughout the years. In these photos, one can see his kindness, his wonderful sense of humor and all the fun quirks that made him the man we all love and will truly miss. Long ago in a blog that no longer exists, I wrote a post titled, “Bob Cowart for President,” which was a post of appreciation for all of Bob’s wonderful qualities. So here is the updated version of that post, a small tribute to the extraordinary ordinary man we were so lucky to know and have in our lives.
Bob, you will always have my vote.
Certificate of Appreciation
27 trees planted in Israel in loving memory of Bob Cowart
I asked Bob this question a few years ago.
“Roberto, when are you going to retire?”
“Lauretta, I will retire when everyone sings with the proper Italian vowels.”
“Well, I guess you will have to teach forever.”
Thank you, dear Roberto for sharing your extraordinary gifts, your joy in teaching, your passion in learning… and most especially for your friendship.
Letum non Omnia Finit
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