Opera Music

Utterly mad but absolutely right - Richard Strauss's Ariadne auf Naxos started the Glyndebourne 2013 season with an explosion. Strauss could hardly have made his intentions more clear. Ariadne auf Naxos is not "about" Greek myth so much ...
Utterly mad but absolutely right - Richard Strauss's Ariadne auf Naxos started the Glyndebourne 2013 season with an explosion. Strauss could hardly have made his intentions more clear. Ariadne auf Naxos is not "about" Greek myth so much as a satire on art and the way art is made.
20 minutes ago
I am in Portland, Oregon, for reasons unrelated to opera and was asked out of the blue if I would like to go to see Falstaff at the Portland Opera. This is the Verdi year, so everyone has chosen to do Falstaff, including the San Francis...
I am in Portland, Oregon, for reasons unrelated to opera and was asked out of the blue if I would like to go to see Falstaff at the Portland Opera. This is the Verdi year, so everyone has chosen to do Falstaff, including the San Francisco Opera and the Metropolitan Opera live in HD next fall.The only familiar name in the cast was Susannah Biller as Nanetta. She spent the entire opera smooching with Nicholas Phan as Fenton, pausing briefly to sing a very nice aria toward the end. She is progressing nicely in her career.There were some pleasant features to the production. Falstaff, sung by Eduardo Chama, was played with more dignity than is usually the case. When women smile at him in the street, he imagines them to desire him passionately. The joke is that he is hugely fat. At one spot he kneels on the floor before Alice and cannot get back up. My favorite part of the production was the two story window in the Ford's house. The servants carry Falstaff in the laundry hamper up to the second floor. Then when they toss him out the window, you can see him descend into the Thames.I have known people who love only Falstaff of all Verdi's operas, but I am not one of them. I prefer more arias, even in comedy. Nevertheless, the performance was enjoyable.
about 5 hours ago
Southover Grange, Lewes 3pm May 19 2013 I took a little trip down to Lewes today to see my younger son and three of his children - all much occupied as families are with assorted activities at the weeekend.  Included in this was a...
Southover Grange, Lewes 3pm May 19 2013 I took a little trip down to Lewes today to see my younger son and three of his children - all much occupied as families are with assorted activities at the weeekend.  Included in this was a birthday party for three year olds (my only grand daughter is three but the party was for her long blond haired boyfriend who is her junior by three months!) This was held in the beautiful garden of Southover Grange.  This is a lovely place on a largely sunny day such as this.  It has little compartments one of which was taken by the host family for a pirate themed party. I lived near Lewes for more than 25 years during most of the time that I worked at Glyndebourne.  So all of this area is extremely familiar to me, home really..... So that was about it for the day.  I am now back in London - a beautiful evening here.  I am still adjusting after my China trip.  It seems to be taking longer than usual.  Very annoying.
about 5 hours ago
Anniversaries are strange creatures; more often than not, they now seem to make us moan. (Did anyone not become sick and tired of the dual Mahler anniversary years 2010-11? Most notably, anyone who actually had a real interest in Mahl...
Anniversaries are strange creatures; more often than not, they now seem to make us moan. (Did anyone not become sick and tired of the dual Mahler anniversary years 2010-11? Most notably, anyone who actually had a real interest in Mahler?) Until relatively recently, my unconsidered response to this year’s Wagner bicentenary was – well, not much of a response at all. Indifference, not total, but relative, reigned. Yes, it has had me thinking about certain things, often more about 1813 than 2013, and it certainly has had me working on certain things, from a visit to the splendid Wagner World Wide conference in South Carolina onwards. Yet to a certain extent every year is a Wagner year, and not just for me. London does not do especially well for Wagner performances, though at the same time they are far from non-existent. (The responses or lack thereof, by the two main opera companies here have, however, been baffling: a single production, yet to come, from the Royal Opera, and nothing whatsoever from ENO.) More to the point, however, not only the arts but so many of the ways in which we might and perhaps should consider our lives remain very much in Wagner’s shadow. Yes, there have been anti-Wagnerians – Stravinsky is perhaps the most obvious example, though one should always take his alleged æsthetics with a large grain of salt – but their often militant anti-Wagnerism pays at least as much testimony to Wagner’s influence as more evident discipleship. The seriousness of Wagner’s vision for music, for the theatre, for art, for humanity remains as inspiring as ever – and as artistically productive. Stockhausen’s Licht, still to be staged as a cycle, is only the most gargantuan of modernist engagements, which of course began long before Wagner’s death, Liszt as so often standing as a pioneer (as well, of course, as a powerful influence upon Wagner). When opera, following the Second World War, seemed to have reached something of an impasse, much of the avant-garde for no particular reason having decided it was no longer ‘viable’, it was Wagner’s example that pointed the way forward. Boulez, initially suspicious of Wagner’s mythologising, came through his work with Wieland Wagner to be one of the composer’s foremost modern advocates and freely admitted that his own compositions from the 1970s onwards would have been quite different were it not for his immersion in conducting Wagner’s dramas. (A great sadness is that he never conducted Die Meistersinger, one of the three operas he most wished to conduct but never had the opportunity to do so, the others being Don Giovanni and Boris Godunov. And Tristan never really had the attention it deserved from him, being confined to a collaboration with Wieland in Japan.) Nono, a composer who from a relatively early year did write for the stage – and all of his works are in one sense or another highly dramatic – was asked, in a 1961 interview, ‘Who were the musicians that most influenced you during your earliest years?’ He named but one, Wagner. Operas such as Intolleranza 1960 and Al gran sole carico d’amore may certainly, in their political concerns and in their determination to explore the boundaries of theatre and of musical drama, the composer’s relationship with the audience included, may and should be considered very much, though certainly not exclusively, in a Wagnerian tradition. Just as with Wagner, Nono always believed in the necessity of a ‘provocation’ for an artwork, ‘The genesis of any of my works,’ he wrote, ‘is always to be found in a human “provocation”: an event, an experience, a test in our lives, which provokes my instinct and my consciousness, as man and musician, to bear witness.’ Moreover, that witness was best served in a fashion both verging upon the traditional, its roots in the Schiller-Marx-Wagner idea of art as the paradigm of labour, but also technological, an interest in new technical possibil
about 6 hours ago
Sir Simon Rattle conducts the Philadelphia Orchestra. by Paul J. Pelkonen Soprano Barbara Hannigan as the Police Chief from Ligeti's Le Grand Macabre. Image from BarbaraHannigan.com. Some composers still need an advocate. Today...
Sir Simon Rattle conducts the Philadelphia Orchestra. by Paul J. Pelkonen Soprano Barbara Hannigan as the Police Chief from Ligeti's Le Grand Macabre. Image from BarbaraHannigan.com. Some composers still need an advocate. Today's audiences are filled with skeptics, put off by the idea of atonal music and names like Berg, Webern and Ligeti. On Friday night at Carnegie Hall, the Philadelphia Orchestra returned to Carnegie Hall under the baton of Sir Simon Rattle, the current music director of the Berlin Philharmonic. This program cemented Sir Simon's reputation as a fearless advocate for these new sounds, interpreted through the rich, velvety texture of this top-flight ensemble. The concert opened with Webern's Passacaglia. This is the composer's first published work, published in 1908 but written well before he came under Schoenberg's tutelage. Plucked strings establish an eight-note bass theme, which is then put through twenty-three permutations supported by a very large orchestra. Sir Simon brought hushed delicacy to the early passages, and power and urgency to the huge chords of brass and strings that form the work's climactic moments. The orchestra was joined by soprano Barbara Hannigan for Three Fragments from Alban Berg's seminal 1925 opera Wozzeck. These arrangements were made by the composer as a kind of "road show" to build awareness for his first opera, the sad story of a soldier who murders his unfaithful lover and then drowns while trying to recover the murder weapon. Ms. Hannigan played the central role of Marie in these excerpts, which include Marie's two important solo scenes and the opera's finale. Berg demands flexibility from this huge orchestra, requiring the sounds of a military band, a chamber orchestra, often in the same scene. Sinuous themes hinted at the murder to come, with slithering, jarring chords. Ms. Hannigan melted into the part of the doomed Marie, torn between her lust for the pompous Drum Major and her infant child. The Prayer Scene (Act II Scene 1) followed, with Ms. Hannigan mixing song with sprechstimme ("song-speech") creating a picture of desparation. The third excerpt presented Wozzeck's death, a moving elegy for the common man defeated by forces beyond his control. This was played with power and heart-felt emotion. The repeated statements of a single note in the orchestra led to a chorale-like reiteration of the protagonist's despairing main theme. In the last scene of the opera, Ms. Hannigan played the parts of a gang of children and the protagonists' young, orphaned son. She turned and sang "Hop-hopp!" the final words of the lad, riding his hobby-horse. The second half of the evening opened with a black-wigged Ms. Hannigan bursting onto the stage. Decked out in vinyl boots and a black latex trench-coat, she reprised the (insane) Chief of Police in Mysteries of the Macabre, a ten-minute excerpt from György Ligeti's opera Le Grand Macabre. This is a coloratura tour-de-force and a concert specialty of this artist. Written for a small, unconventional orchestra, it sounds like Mozart's Queen of the Night gone further round the bend and singing in carefully notated gibberish. Ms. Hannigan's brilliant, over-the-top performance made the Hall rock with laughter, especially when she knocked Mr. Rattle off his podium and started flailing at the orchestra. The concert concluded with a note-perfect performance of Beethoven's Pastorale Symphony. This was an energetic walk through the composer's imaginary country-side, rambling through fields and forests with stops by the brook to hear birds twitter and chirp in the woodwinds. The cellos took the lead with these familiar, expansive themes, in an idyllic portrait that somehow clarified the details of the score. Conductor and orchestra took glee as they impersonated the merry town band of the third movement, scattering them with the thunderstorm that followed. The final Shepherd's Song was played with deep, serene feeling,
about 7 hours ago
Part one of the closing of the Old Met.Contents as follows: Nat.Anthem;Lauder Greenway greeting; Tannhauser Entrance of Guests (Stokowski) and introduction of honored guests;Rudolf Bing Greeting. Lucia Sextet: Moffo, Sergi,Walker, Diaz, ...
Part one of the closing of the Old Met.Contents as follows: Nat.Anthem;Lauder Greenway greeting; Tannhauser Entrance of Guests (Stokowski) and introduction of honored guests;Rudolf Bing Greeting. Lucia Sextet: Moffo, Sergi,Walker, Diaz, Ordassy,Anthony Ballo: Eri tu: Merrill Otello duet: McCracken,Colzani Don Carlo aria: Siepi Louise Depuis le jour: Kirsten Carmen Quintet: Resnik, Votipka, Baldwin, Franke, Cehanovsky Butterfly Un Bel di:Albanese (and she kissed the stage) Walkure: Wintersturme: Vickers Barber of Bagdad: Heil,diesem Hause Corena Barbiere: Una voce poco fa Peters
about 7 hours ago
Last night we closed Falstaff at the Portland Opera. :-(Many thanks to my colleagues and friends in Portland for a magical month and some change - it's been an incredible time.Portlandia - I will see you in about five proverbial minutes....
Last night we closed Falstaff at the Portland Opera. :-(Many thanks to my colleagues and friends in Portland for a magical month and some change - it's been an incredible time.Portlandia - I will see you in about five proverbial minutes. :-)
about 8 hours ago
The first word I could hear while on entering the auditorium of the New National Theatre today was “escalator” and I thought that those ladies were referring to the new ones in the lobby, but then I saw a couple of them on st...
The first word I could hear while on entering the auditorium of the New National Theatre today was “escalator” and I thought that those ladies were referring to the new ones in the lobby, but then I saw a couple of them on stage.  “Aren’t you performing Nabucco today?”, a man asked one of the ushers. “Yes, sir”, she answered in a very professional tone. “But why there is a department store on stage?!” “It seems that this is the modern way of staging an opera”, she repressed a smirk. “Aaah…”. The New National Theatre has had its share of stylized stagings, but it seems today many members of the audience are going to google the word “Regietheater” for the first time. In any case, the program had an explanatory text in which you could see side by side pictures of Zeffirelli’s and Calixto Bieito’s stagings of Verdi’s Aida. I am not sure if I truly like Graham Vick’s new production of Verdi’s Nabucco, but I am grateful for not seeing choristers in Life-of-Bryan costumes trying to walk like a Babylonian. Most of all, I am glad that Mr. Vick had intended his production to the Japanese audience. I am not sure if he understand it or even really had something to say, but he did get it right that many of those in the the National Theatre watch and listen to opera as if it had nothing to do with their lives, but rather as a a) traditional, b) foreign; c) respectable entertainment. I am no sociologist, but I would rather believe that in many points, audiences in Japan could relate more directly to it than those in Milan or in Munich. You’ll only need to read Japanese newspapers to see my point. In any case, there is a shopping mall on stage. Well-dressed people are drinking their cappuccini, fidgeting with their Iphones and buying Italian designer items. There is a beggar with a “the end is near”-sign, but nobody seems to notice him, until he grabs a passer-by, strip her from her overcoat to reveal her funkier clothes. She is Fenena. Later a gang of terrorists in pig masks would invade the mall led by some sort of Tracy-Turnblad-meets-the-bride-of-Chucky (Abigaille). Then you realize that: a) the Hebrews are the consumerists; b) the shopping mall is their temple; c) the Babylonians are the Die-fette-Jahren-sind-vorbei terrorists (they basically mess things around and place them in funny places) who put them in a hostage situation. As much as the no-fourth-wall approach could be interesting, this scenario does not really go with the plot. In Verdi’s Nabucco, the Babylonians are the established power with an army, the power to pass laws etc etc, while the Hebrews are the oppressed “nation without a state” who have no one to protect them but their invisible and very abstract God (as the Babylonians more or less would describe it). I can see that Mr. Vick wishes us to have a fresh look into the situation – and I would guess that he finds the Hebrews as portrayed in this story some sort of uncongenial conservative bunch – but his reversal of values requires so much suspension of disbelief that in the end you just give it up: if the Hebrews are here the bourgeois clientele of the shopping mall and the Babylonians are the terrorists, where is the police? I mean – the terrorists are not the State and therefore have no right to resort to violence. So they are criminals, right? So, where is the police? Also, how come Zaccaria the beggar “belongs with” the mall clientele? Why would the clientele follow his lead in the first place instead of just calling security to escort him out? Finally, since we are adapting the story to give it a second layer of meaning, why God’s lightning is just good, old meteorological lightning? I mean, the anarchistic terrorist leader would loose his sanity because the shopping mall was struck by lightning? Well, that was enough
about 8 hours ago
La donna del lago - Royal Opera House, 17 May 2013 (first night) The Royal Opera House has pulled together the most perfect cast imaginable for this new production. They more than lived up to expectations, with line after line of the ...
La donna del lago - Royal Opera House, 17 May 2013 (first night) The Royal Opera House has pulled together the most perfect cast imaginable for this new production. They more than lived up to expectations, with line after line of the most thrillingly spectacular Rossini singing I've ever heard. Even a production that rivals the recent Nabucco for sheer ineptness couldn't dim their brilliance. Juan Diego Flórez gave us, as usual, the sort of perfectly even and secure singing that makes his fiendish coloratura and pinging top Cs seem almost thrown away.  Like the equally stunning Joyce DiDonato, the titular donna, he didn't establish character clearly, but this is a fault that lies with the director. The robust, plummy mezzo of Daniela Barcellona as Joyce's paramour Malcom is well-known to continental audiences but a first for Covent Garden's, who rewarded her with a huge ovation for her faultless performance. Braveheartedly outfitted in traditional tartan, she made an eerily convincing man. The biggest surprise was Michael Spyres, who stood in for an indisposed Colin Lee as as Joyce's unwelcome fiance Rodrigo, a role he was due to assume later in the run in any case. This is one of the toughest parts in all of operadom, encompassing a range from low F to top D. Spyres has a natural advantage with the low notes, having initially trained as a baritone. His notes were not quite as secure as Juan Diego's (whose are?), but every single one was clean.  A rich and full lower register compensated for thinness at the very top. His sweetness of tone is matched by a naturally affable stage presence (rather like Calleja's), which made him a curiously sympathetic villain. He's due back at Covent Garden the season after next in the title role of Idomeneo, but you can catch him earlier at ENO in next season's Benvenuto Cellini, a role he seems perfect for at this stage in his career. Michele Mariotti led the ROH orchestra in adequate if unsparkling support. The intonation of the onstage band (especially piccolo) was the only real disappointment. Scenery applauders will find plenty to ovate in Dick Bird's stylish sets and the exquisite heather-paletted Harris Tweed costumes designed by Yannis Thavoris, but everything else about the production is a mess. John Fulljames has framed Rossini's tale in a 19th century library where, presumably, Sir Walter Scott is reading his poem, on which the opera is based.  The minor character of Serano (Robin Leggate) is got up as Scott, and helps release Joyce from the vitrine which encases her in the opening scene. He pops up later to hand over props. The concept appears to be a reading brought to life. Why Rossini (Justina Gringyte as another minor character, Albina) should be present too is anybody's guess. Both hang around almost throughout.  Unlike Herheim's Manon Lescaut, which introduces the composer as a character in order to explore the whole notion of creativity,  here there seems to be no intellectual basis for the intrusion, other than to point out that the story is a story and not a history - which is surely obvious. The greater problem is the lack of direction of individual characters. The underlying ideas may be sound, but stock gestures abound. We never find out who these people are. The chorus are stuck there long after they've finished singing, obstructing the view and diffusing the focus. Anyone unfamilar with the opera is going to wonder just what the hell is going on. What's more, Fulljames introduces a mass rape scene not even remotely indicated in text or music. Was there really no other way to highlight the brutality of the Scottish Highlanders? Rossini, who created some of the most feisty and independent heroines in the history of opera, would have deplored reducing them to mere punching-bags. To top it off, the Lady of the Lake herself compliments King Uberto on his gentilezza (kindness) straight after he's shoved her around. No wonder Juan Diego looked nonplussed.
about 8 hours ago
Mel Brooks, an icon of the great American experience, the Jewish immigrant raised in Williamsburg, branded in the Catskills, who...
Mel Brooks, an icon of the great American experience, the Jewish immigrant raised in Williamsburg, branded in the Catskills, who...
about 10 hours ago