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This ought to have an effect on my reader stats! Renee Fleming as Ariadne

2012-02-28T07:30:00.001-05:00

This is a very recent performance in Baden-Baden.

I'm not a Renee detractor per se, although I question some rep choices she has made over the years. Even as a woman "of a certain age" she makes really glorious sounds. In this video, my questions are about some of the apparently arbitrary acting movements ("OK, this is where I make the cross", "OK, this is where I turn back to the audience because I'm going to sing at them in a moment"). Usually that is not my experience with dear Renee's acting.

I will include some videos of other renowned Ariadnes, not for Renee-bashing--this is a bash-free blog--but for added insight.

Lisa della Casa, whose name is bandied about as another lyric Ariadne, not in the spinto/dramatic Ariadne mold (Berliner Philharmoniker, Alberto Erede):

And my beloved Debs. No other info given by the YouTube poster:

The one so many hold up for comparison, Jessye Norman at the Met (James Levine, 1988):

Great Singer of the Week--Barbara Bonney

2012-02-27T10:09:00.001-05:00

Facebook has been telling me quite often recently that I should seek Barbara Bonney's friendship--not her fan page, which I already "like", but rather her personal page. I'm a great admirer of her singing, but she doesn't know me from ~~any other stalker out there~~ Adam. Normally this blog features singers who are no longer singing--usually because they are no longer with us--but I took this as a sign that I should feature the lovely Miss Bonney here. Or maybe I'm desperately seeking new content. No, that can't be it. It's a sign from above. Or Facebook.

I have long been an admirer of Barbara Bonney's singing. I've only heard her sing live once, in a concert at Carnegie Hall. Of course I've heard many recordings and seen many YouTube videos. Happily for everyone, she is still singing, and also very active with teaching and master classes.

I keep coming back to this video as an example of sublime beauty and perfect ease in singing. It is amazing how sanguine and peaceful Barbara looks. Her shoulders and throat seem relaxed no matter what fiendishly difficult and lengthy passage she is singing, and her face seems completely at ease. Although I have been known to rail against YouTube commenters who ascribe all sorts of mental goings-on to singers (usually closely matching the commenters' own worldviews), I can see how focused Barbara is on the conductor, the interpretation, the music, the text.

I found this charming video when preparing a post about "Prendi, per me sei libero" that was inspired by Renata Scotto's amazing video (which I was delighted to see being pushed around the web last week for La Scotto's birthday). Here is Barbara with Gösta Winbergh, whom I've featured here before, at Lausanne. I find this just as charming, in its own way.

I could not fail to mention this amazing video of the Rosenkavalier trio, from a production at the Wiener Kammeroper, conducted by the great Carlos Kleiber, with Felicity Lott and Anne Sophie von Otter.

I also can not fail to mention Barbara's renown as a concert singer and her wondrous interpretations of German Lieder especially. Note the deceptively simple Heidenröslein of Herr Schubert:

I could go on and on, because there are videos and recordings in abundance, but I think this is a reasonably concise capsule of some of the many strengths of a legendary singer and artist.

Guest Blogger Jamie Henderson Reports on Norma at Opera North

2012-02-21T09:47:00.001-05:00

Please welcome new guest Taminophile blogger Jamie Henderson, known as jshenderson on Twitter, where his profile describes him as:

lover of opera, lieder, classical music, the odd musical, the occasional play and all things Whedon. Apple-addicted. Strictly Obsessed. Gleek. Also, glutton.

Jamie reviews Norma, my favorite opera, as performed by Opera North.

Bellini’s Norma

Opera North at Leeds Grand Theatre, United Kingdom

February 16, 2012

Norma : Annemarie Kremer

Adalgisa: Keri Alkema

Pollione: Luis Chapa

Oroveso: James Creswell

Flavio: Daniel Norman

Clotilde: Gweneth-Ann Jeffers

Chorus and Orchestra of Opera North

Oliver von Dohnányi, conductor

Christopher Alden, director

Staging Bellini’s Norma is, in the UK at least, not a decision that an opera company takes lightly. The Royal Opera House, for example, has not staged the piece for twenty-five years (two concert performances, with Nelly Miricioiu as Norma, were given some twelve years ago). Norma has also been staged by Opera Holland Park and by Scottish Opera, but performances have hardly been abundant.

It is not too difficult to work out why the opera has been performed so rarely. It is nothing to do with the quality of the opera itself, which is arguably Bellini’s masterpiece and is certainly his most dramatically effective and moving work. No, the main reason must be the monumental demands made of the soprano who undertakes the title role. Created for the great Giuditta Pasta and subsequently taken by Giulia Grisi (who was in fact the first Adalgisa) the eponymous heroine is still closely associated with the towering figures in bel canto singing in the twentieth century, namely Maria Callas, Joan Sutherland and Montserrat Caballé. Such singers - that is, those who can combine power with elegance, can invest coloratura filigree with feeling and purpose, and possess stamina, dramatic stage presence and a wide vocal range - do not grow on trees. They are certainly not the sort of sopranos that one expects to hear at Opera North. But that is what Opera North provided for us in Annemarie Kremer, who was a quite magnificent Norma.

Kremer impressed from her very first notes - her opening recitative ‘Sediziose voci’ was imperiously delivered and the aria itself, ‘Casta Diva’, seemed almost effortless, the repeated top notes well within her range, the voice itself beautiful in colour. The florid passages of her cabaletta (both verses) were well executed, and she capped the whole thing with a strong top C. Impressive though she was here, she went from strength to strength as the evening progressed and met almost every demand that Bellini made of her (and a few more that he didn’t - she interpolated a top D in the act 1 finale, and a high E flat in her Act 2 duet with Pollione). And though she had an impressive upper extension, she was no vapid nightingale. She blended beautifully with the Adalgisa in their duets, brought power and venom (and was not afraid to dip into her chest register) to ‘Ah non tremare’ when Norma realised Polllione’s infidelity, and great pathos to the finale, in which Norma sacrificed herself to die with the man she loved, and to protect her rival Adalgisa.

I did write that she met almost every demand. I should mention that her voice, though well projected, was not huge; though she was always audible from the stalls, friends who were higher up in the building said she could not quite dominate the louder ensembles. She possesses a strong but slender (not ‘fat’) instrument, which some may not consider ideal, and which would not make the same impact on the stage of the Met that it did in this much smaller theatre. She could not - or chose not to - trill; so those threatening rising trills on ‘Adalgisa fia punita’ were not present. Her Italian was very good, if not always crystal clear. But overall, she was a revelation.

So was the Adalgisa, Keri Alkema, who in terms of sheer quality of voice was perhaps even more impressive. Her middle register was extremely sumptuous, and gorgeous in quality. Her opening phrase, ‘Deh, protegemi o Dio’ quite literally took my breath away, it was so richly sung. She is billed as a soprano (she recently sang Mimi for Glyndebourne on Tour), and though she sang several top Cs very well, it was that glorious middle register that remains in the memory, which leads me to wonder if she might one day turn to the lyric mezzo repertory. Having said that, Adalgisa was actually written for a soprano, though it is most often taken by mezzos. Whatever label one applies to her, I can confirm that she was as good an Adalgisa as I’ve heard, right up there with Elina Garanca, Sonia Ganassi and Silvia Tro Santafé.

Bass James Creswell provided stentorian support as Oroveso (fortunately, he possesses a voice of good quality as well as a loud one), and Daniel Norman was an excellent Flavio, who was given more acting to do in this production than is normally the case. The main disappointment was the raw-toned Pollione, Luis Chapa, though he certainly threw himself into the role. Gweneth-Ann Jeffers was in croaky voice as Clotilde.

Great work too from the chorus and orchestra of Opera North, and the excellent conductor Oliver von Dohnányi, who performed the score with very few cuts, as far as I could tell. He led a too sprightly account of the overture, but the opera itself was highly dramatic and had forward momentum but was also singer friendly - there was no sense of the performers being hurried along, or being unable to savour a musical phrase.

A word or two about the production. It has raised a few eyebrows. Christopher Alden doesn’t do traditional, so there were no Druids or Romans in sight. Rather, Norma’s community appeared to be some sort of cult and looked rather similar to nineteenth century American pioneers, and the one set was the rather plain interior of a barn. Pollione and Flavio were portrayed as rather ghastly intruders in this community (which of course they are), and were dressed in late nineteenth century style black suits and top hats. Taken on its own terms, the concept worked well and certain scenes were especially effective: the Norma-Adalgisa ‘Oh rimembranza’ duet, for instance, where they writhe in each others arms as they both recall their memories of their lover, Pollione; and the final scene, where Norma is shunned by her people when they realise her hypocrisy. One is unlikely to get such emotionally raw moments in more traditional stagings of bel canto works, sadly.

So, an opera which strikes fear into the heart of many international companies has been met head on - triumphantly - by Opera North. I can only hope that the excellent reviews, and near-full houses, will encourage them to make further forays into the bel canto repertoire, and that they will have both Annemarie Kremer and Keri Alkema on speed-dial.

RIP Elizabeth Connell

2012-02-20T04:24:00.000-05:00

This week soprano Elizabeth Connell left this world for the next. I'm sorry I never saw her live, and really didn't know how amazing she was until recently. There is no Wikipedia article, which might be better, given Wikipedia's occasional inaccuracies. Here (link) is a 2008 interview with her that is actually quite enlightening. Here (link) is a tribute on her management company's web site. And now for the videos!

The Liebestod from Tristan und Isolde, 2010, cond. Jan-Latham König

The riddle scene from Turandot. Conductor, opera house, Calaf uncredited. Name me another singer in her 60s who can do this.

In questa reggia from the same performance

Macbeth, 1987, Rome, cond. Giuseppe Patane

Look y'all! I'm famous!

2012-02-08T08:49:00.000-05:00

Fabulous blogger Gale Martin has written a profile on moi in her blog Operatoonity. Go. Click. Read.

Second-tier Verdi, or the Best of the Rest

2012-02-07T14:34:00.001-05:00

I have a confession to make. At my advanced age, and as much as I call myself an ~~opera queen~~ bel canto bear, there are some chestnuts I simply haven't ever seen. Der Fliegende Hollander. Macbeth. Manon. Until last night, Ernani was on that list, too. I was excited to see it because it's Verdi and because the star was Angela Meade. I can happily say that neither Mr. Verdi nor Ms. Meade disappointed me.

Ernani is the fifth of Mr. Verdi's 28 operas. I'd call it second-tier Verdi, among the best of the rest. It's not Rigoletto or La Traviata, but it's not without charm or merit. The story is based on a play by Mr. Hugo of Les Miserables fame, whose play Le Roi s'Amuse later provided the inspiration for Rigoletto. The libretto is by Mr. Piave, with a lot of input from Mr. Verdi. The story is typically upper-case-R Romantic: Boy loves girl. Old fart loves girl. King loves girl. (She certainly did get around!) In the end boy and girl are "united in Heaven" and nobody gets what he wants. Except for the King, who becomes the Holy Roman Emperor and doesn't mind about the girl so much any more. All of this happens to stunning music by Verdi, with typically sweeping melodies and rhythmically driven orchestral accompaniments.

Photo by Devon Cass

I've written before about my affection for Angela's singing. (We're on first names basis since I did a profile of her.) I love the even sound throughout her very wide range, the color of her voice, the apparent ease with which she sings just about everything. I saw her Norma at Caramoor in 2010, her Anna Bolena last October at the Met, and now her Elvira in Ernani. Yep. She's got the goods. Last night I heard a more burnished sound, a greater richness to her already beautiful voice. And of course she looked fabulous!

A very accomplished tenor recently pointed out to me that the reason Mr. Pavarotti was so successful in Verdi roles that might seem like a stretch for a lyric voice is that the roles lie very high--passaggio and above, where Pavarotti really shone. Often today I hear singers with large voices who appear to focus so much on a big sound that they don't seem to have the brilliance in their high voices that they're capable of. One such tenor is young Roberto De Biasio, last night's Ernani. He is a good singer, to be sure, and he's certainly working in very prestigious houses, but to my ear he is not on the same level as the rest of the cast.

Courtesy MetOperaFamily.org

Dmitri Hvorostovsky, that white-maned barihunk, sang Don Carlo, and I must say I was enthralled. Even from the balcony, I was impressed by his imposing presence, and his singing was beautiful and smooth and, like Ms. Meade's sounded easy. Listening to this man's singing is always a pleasure. Ferruccio Furlanetto, even at 62, can hold us spellbound with his singing and his presence. He deserved the huge ovation he was awarded at the end of the opera.

The Met chorus and orchestra are always fabulous, but I must say there seemed to be some occasional differences of opinion between them and conductor Marco Armiliato, which is quite unusual in my recent experience.

And I can't say I'm crazy about the directing. I think several of the singers could have used much stronger direction, and I was not kidding when I tweeted at intermission "I don't have a score in front of me--does it say 'Chorus mills about randomly'?"

So to sum up the evening: Singing, fabulous overall; conducting, usually pretty good; directing, meh.

RIP Camilla Williams

2012-01-30T23:21:00.000-05:00

Dear Camilla Williams left his world for the next on January 29. What a charming, classy, warm lady she was!

I was fortunate to meet Ms. Williams during my unfortunate time as a student at Indiana University. Some friends of mine were students of hers. I don't have many warm memories of my time at IU, but Ms. Williams' kindness is one of them.

RIP Rita Gorr

2012-01-24T22:54:00.001-05:00

Belgian mezzo-soprano Rita Gorr (b. 1926) left us on January 22. I am sad I never featured her on these pages. Here is her Wikipedia bio.

There aren't many video clips available. Here is excellent audio from 1962:

This is from the Aida recording with Leontyne Price and John Vickers (1988, cond. Solti):

1991 appearance on French TV (pretty damned good for 65 years of age):

Sorcery is Pungent Business

2012-01-22T07:25:00.003-05:00

Your intrepid reporter braved the ice and snow of Yonkers and Manhattan on Saturday, Jan. 21, to witness more opera and to report on it. (OK, so it was only 3 inches. A lot can be made of 3 inches. Shut up.) What he saw was a production of The Poisoned Kiss by Mr. Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872-1958), an opera that has long languished in obscurity. The production was by the Bronx Opera, performed at the Kaye Playhouse at Hunter College. (Which is not in the Bronx, if you're keeping score.)

Courtesy JeremyJMoore.com

According to the program notes by Michael Spierman, Artistic Director of Bronx Opera, The Poisoned Kiss was first performed in 1936, but did not see any other productions until Mr. Vaughan Williams completed a revised version in 1957. It fell back into obscurity until Mr. Spierman, along with his son, stage director Ben Spierman, revived it for this production. With any luck it will return to obscurity. The story of the opera comes from a short story by Richard Garnett, which was in turn based on Nathaniel Hawthorne's story "Rappaccini's Daughter." In a (typically convoluted) nutshell, Dipsacus, a magician, has brought up his daughter Tormentilla to unwittingly kill Amaryllus, the son of the Empress Persicaria, with their first shared kiss, knowing the two would meet and fall in love as young adults--a scheme of vengeance because his own love for the Empress back in the day had been thwarted by her family. It all ends happily, however. The story and many of the musical numbers reminded me of 1930s movie musicals, so I wasn't surprised to read in the notes that Mr. Vaughan Williams "conceived the opera as a romantic extravaganza, an amalgam of genres combining the Mozartean singspiel of The Magic Flute, the English operettas of Gilbert and Sullivan, and musical comedy."

Soprano Hanna Rosenbaum

There is a lot to like in this opera. Of course, the music of Mr. Vaughan Williams is beautiful. It will appeal to those who are only familiar with his "Fantasia on Greensleeves" or "Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis", but also to those like me, who are ~~big ol' church music queens~~ afficionados of Anglican church music and know his choral and organ music. I must confess I'd never seen one of his operas before, although Bronx Opera has produced both Sir John in Love and Hugh the Drover twice. (Although only one of those four performances took place after I came to NYC in 1991.)

Courtesy KirkDougherty.com

Vocally, there was not a dud in the bunch. The four main characters comprised a sort of Belmonte / Pedrillo / Konstanze / Blondchen quartet. The servant pair, Gallanthus and Angelica, were played by handsome baritone Jeremy J. Moore (Barihunks, are you paying attention?) and charming mezzo Cabiria Jacobsen. Both sang beautifully and acted with great spirit and verve. Ms. Jacobsen's Scottish accent was best accent in the whole cast. (That's one of several missteps by director Ben Spierman. The accents were not necessary, in my opinion.) Amaryllus was portrayed with earnest beauty by tenor Kirk Doughterty, and his lover Tormentilla (whose name makes me want Mexican food) was played by Hannah Rosenbaum, who really needs to get a web site like her peers have, to showcase her beautiful singing and commendable accomplishments.

Courtesy CabiriaJacobsen.com

Bass-baritone Richard Bozic sang with beauty of tone and august authority as Dipsacus. His three henchmen, sort of a magical Larry, Moe, and Curly (actually Hob, Gob, and Lob), were played with enthusiasm by tenor Gilad Paz, baritone Nicholas Provenzale and bass Robert C. Joubert (two more for Barihunks to watch for). I would not have been surprised if the trio had suddenly broken into "Brush Up Your Shakespeare". In true 1930s British movie musical form, Empress Persicaria was played quite imperiously by Leslie Swanson. One could almost imagine the role having been written for Dame Clara Butt or Margaret Dumont.

The orchestra, led by Mr. Spierman the elder, played inoffensively, and the chorus, well prepared by Michael Haigler, sang its thankless music while enduring a lot of stage business I might not have included. The sets by Meganne George, the lighting by Jim Elliott, and the projections by Eamonn Farrell were quite lovely, as were the costumes by Meg Zeder. (One wonders, however, why a great amount of money was spent on sets and costumes, and yet the female lead appears to have been wearing the same dress for days on end.)

I'm actually quite glad I saw this production. I'm happy to have heard the beautiful singing. The opera itself? Let's let it rest on the shelf for another 50 years or so.

Chaos! Confusion! Madness! Delusion!

2012-01-18T09:40:00.001-05:00

David Daniels
Courtesy Danielssings.com

Your intrepid reporter was delighted to be gifted with tickets to see The Enchanted Island at the Metropolitan Opera on Tuesday evening. This performance piece is a pastiche comprised of arias and ensembles from a large number of works from various great composers of the Baroque. This was a common way for 17th- and 18th-century composers to reuse their own music. Often the works of several composers were combined into parody pastiches. (Think of the music-hall scene in Amadeus.) If that had been true of The Enchanted Island, we would all have slept better, but no. Although the intention was apparently to compile a comedy--reports to this effect being really the strongest evidence that this was true--this was no parody. This was in earnest. The entire list of pieces ~~stolen~~ borrowed for this ~~mess~~ pastiche is at this link.

Elliot Madore
Courtesy CAMI

Let me say here and now that all the singing was perfectly beautiful. However, I was not convinced that many of the men had music that particularly suited them vocally. Perhaps it was the acoustics of where I was sitting. Much of it seemed a little low in tessitura. That is, until barihunk Elliot Madore swaggered on stage as Lysander. Upon hearing him sing, my thought was "At last! A good match of voice to material!" His singing was resonant, and his coloratura singing--fast passages--was clear, and his high voice was in tip-top shape. I was also very fond of tenor Paul Appleby's light tenor. His character was a bit of a fop--in other words, a typical lyric tenor character. Mr. Appleby sang with ease and threw himself into the funny business he was tasked with, as his character Demetrius chased hopelessly after Miranda. Countertenor David Daniels, who is reported to have been ill and to have cancelled some performances recently, sounded reasonably healthy and in good voice.

Luca Pisaroni with soprano Layla Claire
Photo: Ken Howard/Metropolitan Opera

I am a fan of bass of Luca Pisaroni. I follow his Tweets and I think he follows mine, although I'm not completely sure. I wish his handsome face had not been obscured by the monster makeup. It made him look like a 1950s sitcom version of a "savage", or aboriginal person. Considering he was supposed to be the love child of David Daniels' Prospero and Joyce DiDonato's Sycorax, both appearing reasonably normal, I don't really get that. I did like his singing, of course, although as I say the role lay a little low for him. And he was effective in the "Beauty and the Beast"-type story with the fair Miranda, daughter of Prospero.

Speaking of Joyce DiDonato.... Well, what can one say? We have come to expect an amazing level of vocal beauty and finesse and artistry, and we are rarely disappointed. Just as expected, Ms. DiDonato gave us beautiful sounds, vocal fireworks and nuanced legatos. She was hampered only by the completely dreadful words she was forced to sing.

Joyce DiDonato, Placido Domingo, David Daniels
Photo: Ken Howard/Metropolitan Opera

Yes, gentle reader, it is time to discuss my major complaint about this show--the libretto by Jeremy Sams. The story itself was harmless enough, combining bits of The Tempest and A Midsummer Night's Dream in a frothy attempt at a comedy of mistaken identities and love potions, but the writing wasn't merely bad, it was monumentally bad. The rhymes were facile and inane--"Men are fickle, dearest sister; tears that trickle, tears that blister"--and the overall literary tone of the libretto was nowhere near the level of the music. We were asked to believe Prospero and his companions spoke as if they'd just walked off the set of the TV show "Friends". The story was far too long for modern audiences, and the structure was simply very poor. I was left wondering why the Met hadn't simply produced one of Mr. Handel's--or Mr. Vivaldi's or Mr. Rameau's--excellent operas instead of subjecting its audience to this drivel, but then I realized this drivel gets a lot more press than a Handel opera.

Neptune was brought into the action as a Deus ex machina (actually Deum de ligno, but who's keeping score) to save the day in the last act. Placido Domingo was simply adorable as the cranky god Neptune, and the transition to his Act I underwater scene that led to the chorus singing "Zadok the Priest" with new, inane words and what surely must have been recycled Rhinemaidens floating overhead was the best part of the evening.

I can't neglect to mention the beautiful music making of William Christie, known for early music, who conducted this mess. The Met's orchestra and chorus were of course lovely. Continuo by Bradley Brookshire, harpsichord, and David Heiss, cello. It's hard to name a vocal standout. Lisette Oropesa, Layla Claire, Elizabeth DeShon and Anthony Roth Costanzo certainly deserve mention, but everyone sang beautifully. I wish that were enough.

Another shameless bit of self-promotion

2012-01-11T21:30:00.001-05:00

January 12, 2012 -- Opera Manhattan presents a special Valentine’s Day production, Women on the Verge, all about women and love. The centerpiece of the production will be Poulenc’s one-act monodrama for soprano, La Voix Humaine, which hasn’t been presented in New York City since 1993. If the opera isn’t familiar, the story is–a woman abandoned by her lover over the telephone. The 1930s version of a text-message breakup.

Roza Tulyaganova, soprano

The production also includes two monodramas by contemporary composer Thomas Pasatieri. Lady Macbeth is based on five speeches from the Shakespeare play we dare not name, and Before Breakfast is based on the Eugene O’Neill play.

"This is exciting music, and New York's opera-going audience will clamor for the opportunity to hear it sung beautifully" enthuses Music Director Lloyd Arriola. The cast includes sopranos Roza Tulyaganova singing La Voix Humaine, Jayne Skoog singing Before Breakfast, and Melinda Griswold singing Lady Macbeth.

Jayne Skoog, soprano

Melinda Griswold, soprano

Performance dates and times:

Friday, Feb. 10, 7:30 p.m.
Saturday, Feb. 11, 4:00 p.m.
Saturday, Feb. 11, 7:30 p.m.
Sunday, Feb. 12, 7:30 p.m.

All performances are held at Shetler Studios, 244 W. 54th St., 12th floor, penthouse 1, in Manhattan.

Tickets are available for $25 each at http://operamanhattanwov.eventbrite.com/

A shameless bit of self-promotion

2011-12-14T20:44:00.004-05:00

Opera Manhattan Presents
HANSEL + GRETEL = INTERACTIVE @ ACORN

Opera Manhattan Repertory Theatre, New York's “company for artists by artists”, continues its annual tradition of the children’s classic Hansel and Gretel. This new, interactive and delightfully scary production opens December 23 at the Acorn Theatre.

Children ages 7 and up can take part in the show on stage during the performance, meet Hansel and Gretel themselves, and might even get to throw snowballs at the Witch. Each show will start with a brief presentation designed for kids and their parents about Hansel and Gretel. They'll be introduced to the characters and story, some of the memorable tunes they can join in singing, when to applaud, and when and how to say “Bravo!” and “Brava!”.

Director Beth Greenberg, known for her “sure theatrical hand” according to Opera News, has created an inventive production that incorporates enough of the darkness and playfulness of the original Grimm fairy tale and to delight kids of all ages. “Kids love to be frightened, they love excitement, and they love music. They won't go away disappointed!” says Greenberg, who has directed operas both traditional and new for high-profile opera companies including New York City Opera.

Performance dates and times are:

Dec. 23 - 3 and 6 pm

Dec. 24 - 2 pm

Dec. 26 - 6 pm

Dec. 27 - 6 pm

Dec. 28- 3 and 6 pm

Dec. 29 - 3 and 6 pm

Dec. 30 - 3 and 6 pm

Jan. 1 - 3 and 6 pm

To take advantage of discounts, visit: www.broadwayoffers.com or call 212-947-8844.

Code "TRFUN25" -- $25 tickets no expiration date!

Code "TRFUN10" -- $10 children's tickets when accompanied by an adult

The Acorn Theatre is located on Theatre Row at 410 West 42nd St.

Opera Manhattan Repertory Theatre’s mission is to empower emerging artists, encourage creative thinking, and develop business-minded artists by creating opportunities for artists to produce operas themselves—a company for artists by artists. For further information see www.operamanhattan.com.

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Singer Profile: Angela Meade, soprano

2011-12-04T19:08:00.002-05:00

Photo by Devon Cass

I recently had the opportunity to chat with Angela Meade, the lovely star of Anna Bolena at the Met. (Other soprano? What other soprano?) As I mentioned when I wrote about her performance as Anna Bolena (Giudici ad Anna? Ad Anna????!!!!!!!) I'm a big fan. As I wrote after seeing her perform Norma at Caramoor (Wanted: One Sassy Gay Friend):

We were not disappointed with the lovely Miss Meade. She sang beautifully, with an even tone throughout, clear coloratura, and a beautiful line, and she very clearly conveyed Norma's conflicting emotions.... [Keri Alkema's] duets with Miss Meade require more than one mention, so beautiful were they. The two women faced each other and sang perfectly timed parallel vocal lines with precision and care. A joy to hear.

When I asked Angela if she'd read my blog posts about her performances, she said she doesn't read reviews. At that point I pouted, but I got over it and commenced with the questions. I try to ask interesting questions like:

How was it doing Mercadante's Virginia (at the Wexford Festival, 2010)?
I quite liked it, but Mercadante is quite difficult to sing. Mercadante doesn't write well for the voice, not lyrically. It's very instrumentally written. The big ensemble pieces are terribly written--they stay right in the passaggio the entire time and are gargantuan. Fortunately they made some judicious cuts. They could cut twelve pages of ensemble, for example, and you couldn't tell the difference.

The first aria is the only thing I had to really work hard to get it into my voice. I learned it for the audition, and they told me it was a step higher in the version they were doing. I thought, Really? So I worked and worked and kept telling them I wanted to do it in the original key, and then they finally got the parts just before the dress rehearsal, and lo and behold, it was in the original key. And then singing it in that key felt low suddenly!

Photo by Dario Acosta

Is there any role we wouldn't associate with you you'd love to do (again)?
I sang a lot of Mozart in school, and I hardly sing any now. I wish I did. I wish I could sing another Fiordiligi. The first role I ever did was First Lady, and I've also sung Queen of the Night. Madame Herz. Countess. I'd love to do an Elettra in Idomeneo, maybe even Clemenza. Nobody ever hires me for Mozart.

In your position how would you push for more Mozart?
I was hoping when I did the Countess at the Met it might fuel that fire. I think the problem is that I sing all the crazy stuff. They can find lots of Fiordiligis but not so with Norma. I'm hoping as my career goes along some more Mozart will find its way in there. I do have some Donna Annas coming up. [Alas, I couldn't wedge more detail about those Donna Annas out of her!]

What kind of roles that are associated with you would ilke to never do again?
Everything I've sung I've really enjoyed. Even the Mercadante.

Do you get to campaign for roles, perhaps some rarities that you think are interesting?
I'm getting more into a position where I can ask in certain places. A role I'd love to do is Lucrezia Borgia. There's a lot of things on my list--I Masnadieri, I Lombardi, Giovanna d'Arco, Maria Stuarda--all sorts of things. I'm really lucky that I've been able to check so many things off my list.

A few weeks after seeing you do Norma at Caramoor, I went back to see Maria di Rohan. Jennifer Rowley did a wonderful job with it, but I want to see you do it some time!
I would like to do that role, actually. I would love to do it some time. Again, I do these things that nobody ever programs. It might be one of those things I can ask for as I have more influence.

You said you don't read reviews.
I try not to. It's better for my psyche.

You're not the first person I've heard say that! People make silly comparisons in reviews, perhaps with more established singers....
I think that's inevitable, but at the same time it's crazy. Two singers are not going to have the same take on the role--the same understanding, the strengths and weaknesses, different points in their careers. I understand why they make comparisons, but at the same time you should take it for what it is.

[At this point I gushed about the Anna Bolena performance I saw, pointing out that the subtitle of this humble blog is "A bel canto bear in a verismo world." She very kindly laughed and then looked at her watch.]

What would you do if you were not an opera singer?
There were points when I thought I might not do this, but I honestly couldn't ever think of anything else I wanted to do. When I started college I thought about being a doctor, but it wasn't what I was passionate about. Music has always been what I was passionate about. I grew up singing in school and in church, and playing in band, although I was terribly shy. I wanted to get up and sing solos but was afraid of what people were going to say.

Even to this day I find it easier to be on stage in a performance than to be in rehearsal. I think it's because in the moment nobody is going to say anything to you about it. [Question about others preferring rehearsal to performance] I like rehearsal--I'm a bit of a perfectionist, so I like being able to polish things-- but it's really the rush of getting out on stage. It's not even the applause--that's a nice byproduct--but it's being in the moment with my colleagues and having the music pour out of me.

[Searching memory banks for interesting question, coming up with nothing, settling for a boring question] What is coming up next?
I have a full run of Ernani, including the HD, at the Met. Then I have another role debut--I feel like I do a role debut ever other week! I'm not one of those singers who sings the same things over and over again. Sometimes I long to be one of those singers who only does Mimi and Musetta and nothing else. I sing Lucrezia Contarini in I Due Foscari at Deutsche Oper Berlin. And then I'm going back to Kiel to do two operetta concerts, and then we're into next season. I don't know what I'm doing over the summer--I had some plans but they fell through.

Talking about learning new roles, what is your process? Or is it different depending on the role?
It depends on the role. If it's a score that really speaks to me, something like Norma or Anna Bolena, I find it really quite easy to learn them. If it's something that doesn't quite speak to me, like Virginia--it did eventually, but on first listening, I was like What?!-- then it takes a little bit more of a process. I have to sit down and translate it (which I do for any role, of course) and listen to it a million times and plunk it out. It doesn't feel like it's as organic as the other roles. I take it to a coach, put it on its feet, see what the problems are, spend more time at the piano plunking it out.

So with a role that does speak to you, how much time do you put into the learning process?
Let's give a comparison. When I did Semiramide, I waited to long to begin--I took about three weeks to learn it. [Laughs] I see your eyebrow going up! And I felt like I should have started a year ahead of time. It was one of those roles that didn't fall naturally into my ear. It was my first Rossini, so I was little petrified by that idea. But something like Norma, I could have picked up and learned in three weeks easily. It didn't feel like something I had to learn. Like it was in my bones. I felt like I never even had to memorize Norma, like it was just there.

You're in your early 30s. Has you singing changed over time? Have you had to make any conscious changes?
Nothing conscious. I guess to myself I don't realize internally that I sound much different than I did ten years ago, but I hear recordings and I go, Oh! I sound totally different! I mean there are things I can do now that I couldn't do then--I think that's to be expected--but there's nothing I've had to change. I think my voice has grown and matured and become more technically sound.

In your studies, were there any technical hurdles you had to overcome?
I've been very blessed that I've always had a really natural way of singing. I've never been one of those people who ascribes to a certain technique by a certain teacher. I can't say I attribute my technique to any one person. My teachers have helped me out a lot with different aspects, polishing this or that.

For the longest time I did not know how to sing pianissimo high notes. I would ask teachers and no one could tell me. And then one day I was in a practice room and I found I could do it. It just happened. My extreme top was a hurdle, like above D. When I sang Lucia at AVA (Academy of Vocal Arts), I kept thinking I couldn't sing the E-flat, even though I'd sung Queen of the Night (known for fiendishly difficult high Fs). And of course, the second you start doubting yourself it doesn't come out. And there's also the transition into chest voice. That's a work in progress

Do you see yourself after another 20 years of singing, guiding young singers?
I used to think I'd be a terrible teacher for the very reason I just said--because I couldn't explain how I did what I did. I just opened my mouth and it would come out most of the time. I had no idea how I could tell anybody else that. As I get older and I think I figure some things out for myself, I think it's something I'd like to do.

There are other aspects of the career that interest me--career guidance. The aspects outside of just singing. Packaging, competitions. All the exterior things that go into it on top of good singing.

When you were in school did you have any training in how to actually build a career?
No! That opens up a whole can of worms. I think there's a lot to be desired in the way we train singers in this country. We focus so much on technique and getting the degree that things like how to do your taxes as a singer are left to the wayside. How to find the resources to do competitions. What do you wear to an audition? How do you pick appropriate repertoire without your teacher's help? So many people are so dependent on a teacher and what a teacher tells them to do. I think you should listen to your teacher, but there needs to be an inner voice that says "Oh yes, I think I could do that well" I think a lot of singers just wander down the path and hope they are pushed in the right directions.

Do you think some of that is encouraged by the way the system is now?
I think it is. I think we're so in the academia mindset--do ABC, XYZ, you get your piece of paper and move on to the next school. [Side conversation about how conservatories are just beginning to teach career skills.]

Is there anything else you wish someone had told you?
So many things! Every day there's something that makes me think "They should have taught that in school" Master classes with people, and how to find a manager, and how to choose a good manager, and how do you know when you need a press person, and who are good ones, and travel, and taxes, and all sorts of things! All of the stuff that has nothing to do with singing but is essential to having a career.

OK, my default question when I can't remember the next one I wanted to ask: What sort of dumb questions do you get from people in my chair?

I don't get a lot of dumb questions. I get the same questions over and over a lot, like "Tell me your life story."

Golden Age Opera of the Week--Porgy and Bess

2011-12-03T02:40:00.003-05:00

I stumbled upon the videos the Seattle Opera had for its production of Mr. Gershwin's amazing Porgy and Bess from last year, and could not stop crying. I don't know why. So in the hope of evincing wracking sobs from you lot, I present some videos here:

Willard White sings "I Got Plenty of Nuttin'" in the film adaptation of the 1987 Glyndebourne--Glyndebourne?!!!!--production, then Marietta Simpson as Maria gives Sportin' Life (Damon Evans--wait, wasn't he in The Jeffersons?) a piece of her mind. Simon Rattle is reported to have said in rehearsing and performing some of the choral scenes--and what great choral scenes!--he simply put the the baton down and allowed something he couldn't define lead the chorus and keep them together.

1952 live Berlin performance with Leontyne Price and Willard White. (Regular followers, if there are any, will notice I never, ever feature Leontyne Price, because she doesn't need my help to be remembered in the current century.)

Leontyne Price, who sang the role on tour throughout Europe, in a 1960 gala recording of Die Fledermaus, of all things, under Herr Von Karajan!

Dialogue:
Orlofsky: What aria would you like to sing?
Leontyne Price: Do you know "Summertime" by Gershwin?
Orlofsky: But Gerwshwin hasn't been born yet!
Leontyne Price: I'll sing it anyway.

In a separate note I read somewhere (no source, of course) that when Todd Duncan, the original Porgy, went to meet with Gershwin about this new musical he was writing, he was a bit suspicious. Gershwin played him the overture, and Duncan started out thinking this was a white, Jewish man writing music that might sort of sound like jazz. By the time they reached the end of the overture and "Summertime", Duncan was in tears. Just like me whenever I see this opera. I wish I'd had the time and money to see it in Seattle last May.

If anyone in Seattle is reading, I write sorta good and love to go to other places and write about their operas!

Golden Age Singer of the Week--Sena Jurinac

2011-11-26T08:45:00.004-05:00

Dear Sena Jurinac left us this week, at the age of 90. She was a legendary singer, known for her many fine portrayals of Mozart roles. See the Wikipedia bio-blurb here.

I can't stop watching and listening to this, where she is singing Oktavian to the equally heavenly Anneliese Rothenberger as Sophie:

Donna Elvira, 1962, ROH Covent Garden, Georg Solti cond.:

Tosca, 1966, Wiener Stadtsoper, Andre Cluytens, cond.

Golden Age Singer of the Week--Cesare Valletti

2011-11-19T22:48:00.000-05:00

Cesare Valletti (December 18, 1922, Rome - May 13, 2000, Genoa) was an Italian tenor, one of the leading tenore di grazia of the postwar era. He was much admired for his polished vocal technique, his musical refinement and elegance, and beauty of tone. Read more.

Singing the Duke in Rigoletto, from a TV show, date not given:

Valletti is Alredo in the 1958 "London Traviata" with Maria Callas that is prized by collectors. Here he is with Callas in Mexico City in 1951:

This is a 1954 movie of L'Elisir d'Amore:

Guest Blogger EB reviews Eugene Onegin (English National Opera, November 15th 2011)

2011-11-18T02:08:00.016-05:00

First bit of good news: New Yorkers, this show is coming your way - and it's a winner. Deborah Warner's intelligent, poetic production of Tchaikovsky's "Lyric Scenes" looks fabulous, and without any radical "concept", it is faithful to the spirit and letter of the work.

In any case, what's not to like about Onegin? (I refer to the piece, not the man - he is a bit of a pill to be honest). It takes a romantic view of its source material, but is never melodramatic or overblown. The score is achingly lovely, the characters expertly drawn and the dramatic pacing flawless. Each of the three acts has a "signature" dance - the Act 3 Polonaise being a particular jewel - around which the action is focused, Kim Brandstrup's choreography catching the individual tone of each superbly, especially in Act 2 where couples jostle for space in Larina's living room.

It was particularly interesting to hear Onegin so soon after The Queen of Spades; dramatically they are worlds apart, despite the common feature of Tchaikovsky's music, wherein rests so much of the drama. Where The Queen of Spades demands a particular type of imaginative response from a director, Onegin can be presented in any number of ways. The piece takes kindly to straightforward, simple productions (or not - Dimitri Tchernaikov's controversial Bolshoi production is generally well regarded). Fans of Robert Carsen's production, which Warner's will replace at The Met, will appreciate the "austerity" approach well.

For me, the benchmark production of this piece for me is Graham Vick's at Glyndebourne - spare, understated and painstakingly composed, it was enthralling and beautiful (anyone who saw Elena Prokina's thrilling Tatyana upending the water on her nightstand over her head at the end of the Letter Scene will not forget it in a hurry). Warner's production is not far behind in quality. Her work is characterised by a spartan visual aesthetic but enormous attention to detail, and she is renowned for her long and punishing rehearsal process. At ENO her work has focused on more unusual repertoire such as the successful St John Passion (and Messiah), the Diary of One Who Disappeared, and - best of all - Death in Venice. Onegin, therefore, represents a departure into mainstream repertoire for her.

It is updated to the late 19th Century - the reasons for this are not clear, but it certainly does no harm. It is visually detailed and sumptuous, yet no detail feels extraneous or decorative. Tom Pye's designs are marvellous, each stage picture carefully composed to capture the mood of each scene. There are impressive video front cloths (icy landscapes for the middle act, or a breathtaking view of the St Petersburg riverfront for Act 3). He uses his trademark reflective surfaces and glowing cycloramas, and populates them with telling detail. The Larin estate is represented by a huge barn where Tatyana also writes her letter, which exercised others more than it did me; the Act 2 party looks authentically cluttered and "provincial", whilst the duel takes place in a lonely, frozen wasteland. The Act 3 curtain evoked a gasp from the audience - vast, golden columns with glittering candelabras framing the couples parading across the floor to that Polonaise. The same columns inventively become a bleak outdoor colonnade on the Gremin estate for the final confrontation.

That confrontation is a reversal of the finale of Act 1 in Warner's thoughtful direction; after Onegin crushes Tatyana with his patronising lecture and returns her letter, he plants a lingering kiss on her lips before taking his leave. Tatyana does the same to him at the finale, pausing the action audaciously, before she leaves, every towering inch the Princess. Riveting stuff, along with the direction of the letter scene - Tatyana hardly writes at all, rather "rehearses" the speech to an imaginary Onegin, clearly something she has done many times before. There is a multitude of such telling details, along with detailed but unfussy treatment of the chorus. It is no mean feat for a production to appear so artlessly traditional, yet be crackling with dramatic tension .

The cast was good, but not great. Warner's treatment of Tatyana is perhaps controversial, and Amanda Echalaz - an artist I admire greatly - is always fascinating to watch. Yet this Tatyana is a little too much like Princess Gremina in the earlier scenes, too little like the shy country girl, so her apparent terror at her party never quite rings true. She sings as generously as ever, and there are some beautiful moments - but I wonder if this is really the ideal repertoire for her (compared with her wonderful performances in Italian Opera) and indeed some cautious moments may have betrayed tiredness at this second night. I have to say that she looked a million dollars in her Act 3 ballgown (indeed, all of Chloe Obolensky's costumes were exemplary).

Norwegian Audun Iversen as Onegin had an indifferent evening - he is pleasing to look at but hardly magnetic, and the voice lacks colour - this part in this house requires an altogether stronger performer (the last Onegin I saw here was Gerald Finley - enough said). The most successful performance came from Toby Spence's Lensky - an artist who can't seem to put a foot wrong these days and who grows from part to part. It was a fantastically nuanced, big-house performance with every word crystal clear. The translation, by the way, was by Martin Pickard - and at the risk of sounding too perverse - was somehow too prosaic. In a period production, taking the risk of using an altogether more poetic translation (as in that used previously at ENO - I believe by David Lloyd Jones) might lead to a better fit with the mood of Pushkin's verses.

No complaints about the excellent supporting cast. Claudia Huckle's charming Olga had a rich, authentically Russian contralto sound. It is hard to imagine a more glamorous, warm Larina than Diana Montague or a more expert Filipyevna than Catherine Wyn-Rogers; Brindley Sherratt's still-handsome Gremin was authoritative and dignified. Ed Gardner's music directorship goes from strength to strength - the orchestra played wonderfully well for him, and his pacing was spot on - another Tchaikovsky performance to treasure on the heels of Richard Farnes for Opera North.

This show will go down a storm in New York (I hear rumours of Netrebko) - catch it there if you can't catch it here first - highly recommended.

Next up: Castor et Pollux (Rameau) at ENO

Photo Credit: Neil Libbert

Nico Muhly's "Dark Sisters"-- My Review at Opera Pulse

2011-11-13T06:33:00.002-05:00

Photo by Richard Termine
Courtesy Gotham Chamber Opera

I’m not of one mind when it comes to opera plots being ripped from the headlines. “Law and Order” style opera plots seem to me to be very much like Movies of the Week or the ABC Afterschool Special. I’ve been waiting for an opera based on “I Think My Name is Steven” or “Dinky Hocker Shoots Smack.” But we live in an age when jukebox musicals top the charts in Broadway revenues and each decade gets its own remake of “A Very Brady Christmas”. (Each starring Florence Henderson, who must have a painting in her attic or something. But I digress.)

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Golden Age Singer of the Week--Sergei Lemeshev

2011-11-13T06:22:00.003-05:00

I bring you a great Russian tenor unknown to me before today, Sergei Lemescev. He was the Russian Caruso, with countless adoring fans of his singing and followers of his personal life. Here he is singing his signature role, Lensky (apparently a live film in 1936):

Here he is singing Nemorino (no date or performance particulars given):

And later as Cavaradossi (again no particulars given):

Guest blogger EB reviews The Queen of Spades (Opera North at the Theatre Royal, Nottingham, November 4th 2011)

2011-11-05T09:10:00.016-04:00

I can remember my last Opera North show in Nottingham vividly, even though it was in 1997. On that occasion I saw Aida, in the wonderful Philip Prowse production and starring the mighty Dame Josephine Barstow in the title role. Opera North is a great company and one I have often travelled north to see (last year's Maria Stuarda and Rusalka were a highlight of the year). The Dame herself was one of the reasons I made the trip this time, for a reprise of the role of the old Countess - the one time "Venus of Moscow" - which I had heard her sing at Covent Garden some years ago.

New productions of Tchaikovsy's beautiful, hallucinatory masterpiece are usually worth travelling for. This version, by controversial director (and opera neophyte) Neil Bartlett, opened last month to a lukewarm critical reception. I can see why, as far from being controversial, it was notable for its lack of excitement or invention. The piece deals in obsession, madness and the supernatural, and invites an imaginative response from a director. Richard Jones managed it spectacularly in his 2001 Welsh National Opera production - one of his best - as did Graham Vick, with his Gothic vision of hell for Glyndebourne in the 1990s.

Bartlett can't seem to decide where his production is pitched. Kandis Cook sets it in a plain gold box. Perhaps it would be charitable to describe its aesthetic as 'economical', with occasionally handsome period costumes and some sticks of cut-price furniture. There is never any sense of grandeur or of the surreal, and the Act 2 ball is a very flat affair, the "stage" for the pastorale (with its tacky light bulbs and parlour palms) being a scenic low point.The chorus direction shifts uncomfortably between the stylised - singing some lines straight at Herman (giving "voice" to his paranoia, if you will) - and the stagy, concert style, facing out front.

The direction of the principals falls flat at some key moments, yet there are other where it snaps thrillingly into focus. Herman's pivotal encounter with the Countess in her bedroom (admittedly one of the best constructed scenes in all opera) is one such. It is played as a seduction, with far more physicality and with a sexual frisson I have never seen before in a scene where the poor lady is usually frozen to her seat. Yet the scenes between Herman and Lisa lacked any sexual chemistry at all (my friend rather unhelpfully described "Alexei Sayle getting it on with Janine Duvitski", an image which unfortunately stayed for the rest of the evening).

Musically we were on far surer ground. The orchestral performance, under music director Richard Farnes, was quite wonderful - much of the drama takes place in the score and Farnes nails both the grand romantic sweep and the wealth of creepy detail (check out the muted strings and bass clarinet in the countess's bedroom scene - incredible musical painting). It is given in English, in a really intelligent and singable translation by Bartlett and Martin Pickard - a vast improvement on the arch and archaic version ENO used in their last revival. Whilst there were surtitles, the soloists' diction was really superb and we could easily have done without them. Impressive.

The singing was of a high standard, with some exceptions. Jeffrey Lloyd-Roberts added to his gallery of Opera North antiheroes a role that at times taxes him sorely. It's a huge challenge - the part has an big range and is very long- and at times his unusually forward, "white" voice production is cruelly exposed. That said, he nailed most of the exposed high notes, and his commitment cannot be faulted. Poor Orla Boylan looked an absolute fright in some of the most unflattering outfits and wigs I have seen in a long time, and she was poorly directed. Such a shame, as she flooded this medium sized theatre with plush, vibrant sound at the big moments, and she has musicality to burn. It was wonderful to hear veteran Jonathan Summers, perfectly cast as a seedy, boozy, seen-it-all Tomsky (coincidentally the Amonasro in the 1997 Aida!). William Dazely sang Yeletsky's aria superbly. Hampered by another spectacularly unlovely wig, he lacked charisma, although it was perhaps one of the saddest and most touching portrayals of this thankless role I have seen. Special mention, too, of Alexandra Sherman (it must be odd for a Russian to sing this music in English - but she did so perfectly) who gave an idiomatic and darkly beautiful rendition of Paulina's aria, and for Fiona Kimm's Governess - a veteran performer who stole her short scene.

The best thing about the show by a mile? Dame Josephine as the Countess. She is a singer I have admired ever since I saw her Katerina Ismailova at ENO in 1991, Her Opera North Gloriana is widely regarded as definitive - as is Phyllida Lloyd's production - and certainly one of the best portrayals of anything I have ever seen. She brings her many years of acting experience to bear here. Exuding magnetism, she is cynical and seductive - a close relative of her ageless Emilia Marty with a twist of Salome. Her voice retains its covered, commanding quality - her barked orders to the servants send a chill down the spine - even if it has diminished in volume over the years.

I had the huge honour of meeting Dame Josephine after the show. She is charming, and utterly self deprecating. It made an average production into an evening to treasure.

Next up: More Tchaikovsky - ENO's new Eugene Onegin directed by Deborah Warner

Photo Credit: Tristram Kenton

Golden Age Singer of the Week--Raina Kabaivanska

2011-11-05T06:00:00.001-04:00

Here is the the amazing Raina Kabaivanska (another link here) in 1977, singing "Io son lumila ancella" from Adriana Lecouvreur at Verona:

And again in 2009, at age 74, for a benefit:

Tosca, 1980, La Scala:

I would encourage you to look at as many clips as you can find. A true artist, a great singing actress.

Guest Blogger EB on La Sonnambula (Royal Opera House, London, November 2nd 2011)

2011-11-04T13:48:00.013-04:00

This was my first encounter with Bellini's gorgeous Alpine confection. A tale of innocent mountain folk wrongly accusing a virtuous maiden, the plot is the sort that gives opera as drama a bad name. Fortunately it is rescued by Bellini's consistently lovely music. One of the 19th Century's great melodists, his works are only worth tackling for a superb cast and conductor.

I suspect Covent Garden's main reason for reviving Marco Arturo Marelli's 2002 production - itself originating from Vienna in 2001 - was to showcase the Amina of Cuban-American soprano Eglise Gutiérrez. As theatre, it is rather a curious affair. I can certainly understand why a director would seek to reinterpret the piece. It is dramatically fragile, turning on the gullibility (stupidity?) of the villagers - who impose a curfew for fear of the 'phantom' stalking the village, later revealed to be none other than the sleepwalking heroine herself. Mary Zimmerman took the same approach with her 2009 Metropolitan Opera production, set in a contemporary rehearsal room. Unfortunately, going searching for hidden meaning when there may be none to find can backfire, as happened here (and at the Met): Marelli's approach rather sent up poor Amina and her misfortune, rather than illuminating hidden dramatic depths.

I understand that Bellini was inspired to write the piece after a spell in an Alpine sanatorium, and this is where Marelli's production is situated. The splendid setting is a handsome, spacious art deco foyer with a view to mountains beyond, invaded by the snow at the end of Act 1 and in great disarray by the second half. Elvino (Celso Albelo in his Covent Garden debut) begins playing the grand piano overlooked by a picture of his mother - echoes of Antonia in Hoffman, perhaps? - whilst well-to-do patients genteelly celebrate the forthcoming nuptials. The turn-of-the-century setting, with its Freudian undertones, would certainly fit with Amina as a patient receiving treatment for her nocturnal affliction, yet she turns out to be a member of waiting staff, seemingly subordinate to Elena Xanthoudakis' embittered Lisa, all of which rather upends the social hierarchy.

Elsewhere, Marelli flirts with abstraction, for example his use of the stage within a stage and especially at the end, where Amina doffs her nightwear in favour of a scarlet ball gown and sings 'Ah, non giunge' concert style before the house curtain. The result, rather than being smart and provocative, is a bit of a mess, though easy on the eye.

And extremely easy on the ear. Gutiérrez followed her concert Linda di Chamounix and her adorable Fairy in Cendrillon with an astonishing performance in a role which plays to her strengths. Hers is a light soprano which carries well, dusky of hue and gossamer like, uncommonly beautiful. It extends effortlessly in altissimo and she employs her great technical prowess to spin Bellini's hallmark legato lines which appear to go on forever. Visually a buxom dead ringer for Netrebko, she was an appealing heroine. Now may we hear her in I Puritani?

Albelo sounded nervous for most of Act 1, with some stiff phrasing and tuning problems, but later spun some more liquid tone. He produced some gleaming phrases at the top of the voice and is very musical. He is no Floréz though, and I'm afraid he's no actor either - his ineffectual chair- throwing at the climax of Act 1 bordered on the laughable. The dramatic lynch pin was Michele Pertusi as Count Rodolfo, tall and dashing of figure, and vocally without peer in this repertoire. Xanthoudakis got over a peaky, ill-tuned start to turn in an appealing performance as Lisa, whilst Elizabeth Sikora -always a dab hand for cameos - was vocally secure and dramatically warm as Amina's foster mother Teresa.

There are few more experienced conductors of Italian ottocento repertoire than Daniel Oren, and he proved a very safe pair of hands here. A satisfying evening then, and One that whetted my appetite for Opera North's new Norma in the New Year.

Next up: A mini Tchaikovsky-fest - The Queen of Spades (Opera North), Eugene Onegin (English National Opera)

Photo Credit: Bill Cooper/Royal Opera House

Non-Golden Age Singer of the Week: Gregory Kunde

2011-10-29T02:58:00.000-04:00

I've mentioned Gregory Kunde before as a fine singer of bel canto. Click this link to find two posts--one in which I compare "Ah mes amis!" videos, and another in which I compare "Asile heroditaire" (Guillaume Tell) videos. Here is another example of fine bel canto singing, from a Canadian TV broadcast in 1987 (I Puritani, with Luciana Serra as Elvira):

But here is a fine example of how Mr. Kunde has grown and evolved as a singer as he has grown well into middle age (he is now 57). This is from this year--I Vespri Siciliani. Venue is not given, but apparently it's in Turin, because I can find DVDs of this performance available online.

Pollione in Norma, Warsaw, 2010. Sadly, it's audio only, with sketches from another Norma production.

Giudici ad Anna? Ad Anna?!!!!!!!

2011-10-22T08:36:00.001-04:00

I was delighted when I first learned the dear Metropolitan Opera was to produce Anna Bolena this season, and indeed Mr. Donizetti's entire Tudor Trilogy of Anna Bolena, Roberto Devereux, and Maria Stuarda over the next three seasons. Not for nothing do I call myself a bel canto bear. I love the music of Donizetti--the melodies, the operatic flow, the mad women. He doesn't disappoint.

Angela Meade as Anna Bolena, 2008
Courtesy Academy of Vocal Arts

I've written about Anna Bolena before. I've also written about Angela Meade before. In a nutshell I'm a fan of both, and I was thrilled to be able to see Miss Meade sing this role. I'd listened to the streaming broadcast of the Met's opening night of Anna Bolena with some other chick. In all honesty, I think Anna Netrebko is a very fine singer in the right repertoire, but I have my doubts about whether Anna Bolena is the right role for her. If I'd had any any doubts about Miss Meade and this role, they would have been completely laid to rest after last night's performance. I wondered whether her singing was a little tentative in her first scene, as there were many floaty high notes but not many high notes of any volume, which can be a sign of trouble in some singers, but from "Giudici ad Anna?!" on I was sure she had her feet underneath her, and I was treated to lots of full-throated high singing and fiery temperament. I can't compare her performance dramatically to that of Nebs, having only seen this one, but vocally I was not disappointed at all.

A surprise change was hearing the Giovanna Seymour of Katherine Goeldner, in for Ekaterina Gubanova. I thought Miss Goeldner's singing and acting were beautiful. She has a full mezzo voice of impressive range and power, and I was quite happy she was our Giovanna. I hadn't been very happy with Miss Gubanova in the broadcast on opening night. In her duets with Enrico and with Anna, Miss Goeldner sang beautifully and gave a powerful performance dramatically, no doubt bringing out the strengths of Miss Meade and Ildar Adrazakov as Enrico. Although I'd heard and read reports that Mr. Adrazakov lacked dramatic impact as Enrico, I did not find him stiff or lacking in dramatic temperament, particularly when paired with Miss Goeldner.

I can't say I'd heard Stephen Costello very much before recently, and in truth I do think his voice is a little light for the role of Percy, but I also think that most of his singing last night was among the best I've heard of him. After a tentative start, he soared in the duets and ensembles.

I quite liked Tamara Mumford, graduate of the Met's Lindermann Young Artist Program, as Smeaton. I see great things for her in the future. And international shirt-taker-offer and baritone Keith Miller sang beautifully as Rochefort, leaving me wanting more. Also of his singing.

The Met chorus was predictably amazing, and the orchestra, in spite of one or two glacks and some overpowering moments, shone as well. Although I usually don't have any complaints with conductor Marco Armiliato, at times it seemed he was mentally following the other cast from the pit. Were I the soprano, his head would be the one to come off after the way he treated her final cadence, or lack thereof, in "Coppia iniqua".

The McVicar production. Visually stunning. I loved the design, the costumes, the moveable set pieces. I liked how it seemed that Enrico's and Giovanna's costumes became more colorful as their sin, as it were, grew more flagrant. I liked the proper use of the stage elevator for the sets. This is the Met doing big stage machinery right, so that one is not distracted wondering what the set is going to do next as in certain other recent productions. I quite liked the appearance of the executioner in the final moment as the set for Anna's prison chambers descended and he was standing on the floor of the set above. I liked the sudden drop of the blood-red curtain, and liked having the executioner remain in the very same spot through the extended and appreciative curtain call.

What didn't I like? I didn't like bits of blocking, notably the repeated unassisted kneeling and rising, that were clearly designed for another soprano, so that the Queen of England was forced to rise unassisted and look a little awkward doing so. Even if the Queen of England were as lithe as a gymnast, she wouldn't rise unassisted. I also didn't like the fact that the Met, which is known for not taking even traditional cuts in most operas, shortened Percy's arias and cabalettas considerably.

These are small quibbles. Overall, I think the Met has a fine production on its hands, and I hope we see it enter the repertory for many seasons to come. I look forward to seeing many more fine performances from Angela Meade and Katherine Goeldner at the Met and elsewhere.

And I'm happy to see Mr. Donizetti getting his due more and more. How long before we see La Favorita at the Met? Belisario? Poliuto? Dom Sébastien? OK, I have a car and can go to other, more adventurous opera companies and fantasize about a more adventurous Met.

Shabby Little Shocker on the Upper East Side--my review at Opera Pulse

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Dicapo Opera Theatre opened its 30^th season with Mr. Puccini’s Tosca, a sure audience draw, on October 6. Dicapo has long been one of New York’s “stepping stone” opera companies—one where young singers gain experience and resume credits, and audiences are happy to see season after season of mostly familiar works, with some unusual or rarely performed works thrown in every now and then for spice. I was happy to see the October 14 performance.

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