Ingrid Singer Country: Italy

Biography of Ingrid

She sang about what we have known for a long time. "You're a scoundrel". Or maybe, you're a scoundrel... Or even worse, you're a bastard... Of course, it's about a man. She sang in French, but we understood her. And we gave her our hearts and money for concert tickets. We are willing to give even more for the opportunity to jump to the most important words in a woman's life. But Ingrid doesn't need more. An Italian singing in French. The sexiest voice of the decade. We chant these mantras while critics argue about what Ingrid is - chanson, pop-dance, or some other nonsense. But we are not slaves to words, we are slaves to music. Ingrid has a special relationship with her music as well. In her youth, she played something like jazz or chanson on the guitar. Critics at that time were still puzzled, expressing bewilderment. In addition to playing the guitar, Ingrid loved cinema. It was not difficult to do this - Ingrid Alberini's parents owned a whole cinema. She was named after the actress Ingrid Bergman. Her sister got an equally exotic name - Sabrina. In her childhood, Ingrid was registered on the filming location. More precisely, her parents registered her - the tireless workers of Italian TV series, Don Pedro and Donna Lucilia. In her free time from filming, she worked at her parents' cinema box office. Everyone wanted her autograph. In a word, "my childhood was like everyone else's, sweet and fun. I won't talk about the rest." When the girl grew up, she desired more fame. In her search, she wandered through all the corridors of local film studios. It was there that producers from Milan - Mario Soncini and Larry Pignanoli (that's what Italian Bari Alibasovs are called) discovered her. By this point in her life, she had already been translating French films for 12 years, singing in casinos and variety shows for 10 years, and even had time to act in theater. Much more than love for acting (but still not enough), her victory in the regional competition "The Voice of Sanremo" brought her fame. After becoming "the voice," she was invited to important meetings in Monte Carlo (for Ferrari pilots) and Tokyo (for a world-famous company with an unknown name). No, not as a singer, don't think bad - as an honorary guest. Ingrid got tired of being an "escort girl" quickly. Currently, Ingrid is studying at the philosophy faculty. True, because of her tours, she had to postpone her studies for a year, but she still plans to defend her dissertation on "Ethics and Psychoanalysis" this year. She draws (and does it well). She goes to the theater and cinema, she reads. And in her free time from tours and art, she sits in a chair with her cats. Ingrid has 13 cats. And that's not counting two rabbits and two dogs. With such an arrangement, men cannot be in her life. No "scoundrel" will agree to be in 18th place (after beloved pets). By the way, Ingrid has a clear idea of the qualities her future partner should possess: a sense of humor, sensitivity, and a love for cats. "It is not easy to find a man who will not be scared of so many animals in one apartment," Ingrid sighs. Understandably, she has two main unfulfilled dreams - to get enough sleep and get married. When she accomplishes both, she plans to buy a big house and have lots of children. That's her Italian pastoral. Writing about Ingrid is a death sentence for a journalist. It's like a continuous exotic, but there is no scandal. Look for yourself: instead of getting drunk and undressing in public, she simply dresses comfortably. Sporty, that is. Instead of stories about diamonds, she modestly admits to not loving precious stones at all. Instead of gossip about orgies, she openly confesses that she wrote her main song about love and betrayal after breaking up with a young man (not even a girl!). And the sexiest voice of the decade can be dropped, despite her engagement. That is comforting. However, Ingrid took revenge on him in a very feminine way - by making him (and he's a DJ) spin a song about himself that became incredibly popular. "Ingrid - a one-hit wonder?" you might ask. Not without it. And she admits it herself: "Now I have risen high and can fall just as low, but it doesn't scare me. Just one song, that's all. If it brings someone pleasant moments, I'm already glad... I'm not sure if I can replicate Madonna's career." Though she sings sensually, is she a bad singer? She doesn't argue: "My vocals should be approached with a discount..." She approaches herself in the same way and often, in the best traditions of the post-Soviet pop scene, sings to a backing track. But her one and only hit has already been covered by everyone. Whether it's a girl or a boy, Lya-mur. Azerbaijani singer Aygun Kazimova (the song is called "Bir soz yetir"). Many European performers (she is practically unknown in America, but Europe liked her). And finally, Kirkorov himself. Who only didn't steal completely unknown songs. This particularly infuriated Ingrid: "It's audacity. You can't take someone else's without permission. But what can you do. I'm not the first, I'm not the last..." Kirkorov got flustered and began to mumble that they were supposed to perform together, he learned the song, and it all happened completely by accident. In short, "she came herself, I'm not guilty..." Ingrid denied rumors of a joint project with Kirkorov: "I received such an offer, but I rejected it." Philip finally understood that they had been neglected, stopped singing (don't hope, not completely - only that song), and announced that he didn't want to associate his image with "someone who has only one hit up their sleeve." They had a fight, but there was no scandal again. Then, out of sorrow, Ingrid invited Dusya (the vocalist of the Moscow band of the same name) to play the saxophone for her album and started gathering cover versions of her songs. If she couldn't make money, she could at least laugh. By the way, Ingrid is a fan of Edith Piaf, Robbie Williams, Madonna, and "Tatu." The latter is a frequent guest in her playlist. She is amazed at how popular she has become but deep down, she considers it natural. She believes that talent and producers can work wonders. She reminds herself of Cinderella from the fairytale. And she finds Russians incredibly modest. According to her, only women come to her concerts, and only one fan asked for an autograph... for his wife. She has come to love Russian landscapes and cuisine. She believes that our dumplings, solyanka, and borscht resemble Italian dishes in some way. She is afraid of the cold and doesn't understand it. But she understands Russian after four months of touring, she can allow herself that. She speaks a mixture of languages. This greatly amuses those around her and herself. By the way, it was during her tours across our vast homeland that she composed her second hit. Of course, it was not as hit-worthy as the first one, but still pleasant. In her spare time (when she has it), Ingrid considers moving to Holland. She assures that there is something about this country that attracts her. She won't speculate on what exactly - why ruin the bright image of the shepherdess from Italy? And she also really wants to write a soundtrack. You'll never guess what for! "I would like to work on cartoons similar in style to Walt Disney," Ingrid recently made a statement. She probably said this so that we would stop asking about Holland. Well, talking mice and glitchy cats are close in spirit to the French Italian. You can understand her.