An Unamplified Voice

Technical difficulties

2009-07-12T07:40:00.001-04:00

I was finalizing my post on Lucia this morning when I noticed the blog wasn't loading properly: it seems the Googlepages file purge has finally hit, zapping the css and favicon files that I had uploaded there for simplicity. (In non-tech terms: all the formatting info vanished.) I've reverted to an old old template that doesn't require off-site files but, as you may notice, it's a bit buggy. (E.g. the color scheme switching is broken again.)

I'm working on a more elegant permanent solution. If anyone knows a good place to host blog-related css and favicon files for hotlinking, please send me an email.

The RSS feed should remain unaffected.

Teenagers of Lammermoor

2009-07-12T07:37:00.001-04:00

Lucia di Lammermoor -- Opera New Jersey, 7/10/09
Oropesa, Boyd, Dubin, Casas, Candia, Stayton / Ching

As often as she may break down onstage, Donizetti's Lucia di Lammermoor is apparently indestructible. A few of the right elements and a performance hits home, whether on a grand world stage or in a regional performance where the chorus looks like some high school AV club (with a corresponding level of seriousness and menace), the tenor blows his most important high note, and the show cuts not only the Wolf's Crag scene but the Raimondo-Lucia scene while featuring some real "Huh!?" moments from the director.

These all, as you may guess, were part of Friday night's Opera New Jersey summer opener in Princeton. And yet it was a success, a real taste of opera's glory. What was needed? Just a fairly handsome and functional traditional physical production by set designer Carey Wong, costume designer Patricia Hibbert, et al.; a conductor (composer Michael Ching) who could hold the young ensemble together; and... a star, of course -- a soprano to seize one's attention on the unhappy title character's behalf.

This was Lisette Oropesa's first Lucia anywhere, and though I've heard her (including at the 2005 Met Council Finals) display a musical maturity far beyond her (now twenty-five) years I half-expected a work in progress with only intermittent flashes of whole success. But while I'm sure her account of the part will deepen, her performance this night was not only already a success but one identifiably her own. Her voice strengthened act by act, but Oropesa had no problem with the singing even from the start, showing an easy trill and confidence through the part's range. (Though she's obviously in the lighter line of Lucias, Oropesa's voice doesn't naturally sit super-high.) And her character snapped into focus as soon as Edgardo stepped onstage: between them he is the wild one, temperamental and touchy, with her dropping her own moody fancies to gently calm and cajole him on their love's behalf. The knife that kills her unwanted husband begins a long, long way from this young girl's hand.

It's even more unfortunate, then, that her scene with Raimondo is omitted. I've never seen this cut before, but whether it was for one of the performers or overall length or some other reason the decision was apparently made beforehand -- the program's plot synopsis does not include the chopped action. What's lost is not only a lovely bit of music but an essential point in the story's development: with Raimondo -- her priest and ally -- at last counseling her to give in and marry her brother's choice Lucia is alone against both earth and heaven, a siege she has not the heroism to resist.

She is nevertheless, of course, at last provoked to reject this married outcome in the most decisive way, and the subsequent mad scene is where Oropesa best shone. It was as coherent and moving an interpretation as I've heard anywhere, but perhaps more importantly utterly commanding throughout in person and character (though again in a gentler, less wild way than, say, Natalie Dessay's overpowering depiction of sexual un-repression). Lucia's dreams and desires, squashed over the previous acts, finally get their airing before her end, and they turn out in this case to be surprisingly wholesome. She plays the imagined wedding fairly straight (with the right touches of innocent joy), and it is heartbreaking when Edgardo's rejection eventually dawns on her. "Spargi d'amaro", the final part of the scene, is preceded by a chilling laugh (the final cracking of sanity), and the pyrotechnics -- capped on this night by a dead-on final high note -- well depict her conclusive dissolution.

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Best of the remaining cast was baritone Eric Dubin as Lucia's brother Enrico: as in last month's Rape of Lucetia (where he played Junius), he sings well and characterizes his ambitious, less-than-virtuous role with some real zest. Also commendable were bass Rubin Casas, a late substitution as Raimondo, and Taylor Stayton, who despite some unsteadiness on top showed a promising tenor instrument and stage presence as Lucia's short-lived husband Arturo. Paul Nicosia as Normanno and Cathleen Candia as Alisa left on me little impression beyond youth.

It is hard to dislike Jonathan Boyd (singing Lucia's doomed lover Edgardo): he is so unreservedly ardent, and seems to inspire Oropesa to intensify her characterization. But his singing, though forceful, seems something of a mess, with not much bel canto style to channel and elaborate the ardor, and a high note technique that was iffy on the night. Act I went well, but the climactic curse at the end of Act II -- yes, the A and B-flat that undid Rolando Villazon -- was squawked out, and the climaxes of the last act's double-aria finale sounded effortful and a bit too falsettish (if still loud and full). Boyd did, as I said, catch the character, and thus contributed not a little to the success of the show, but it would be better if his vocalizing caught up.

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Director John Hoomes lays on the show's traditional base some overtly "directorial" elements that don't much help. The beginning I thought designed to confuse: over the short orchestral introduction we see, in fuzzy light, a pair of young lovers eagerly meeting at the well -- and then the man stabs the woman. This is, of course, the backstory to Lucia's ghost tale (and we see a ghost dutifully projected onto the stage for various bits of Act I), but with the explanation coming a whole scene later, the relevance is long unclear. Given that the opera actually starts with the backstory of Edgardo meeting Lucia and the search for his identity, their past meeting would seem to make more sense.

But the real head-scratcher comes at the end: being, apparently, one of the few people who liked Mary Zimmerman's interjection of Lucia's ghost into Edgardo's closing suicide, Hoomes has Oropesa come out herself from the left (after he stabs himself, though) as, I guess, the ghost. Unfortunately, Hoomes also likes to show corpses (Arturo's bloody body is carted down the staircase before Lucia arrives) and by the time Oropesa comes out Lucia has already appeared on stage, dragged in on a bier on the right so Edgardo can address his final aria directly to her corpse. And not a covered corpse, either: he pulls the sheet off her head and shoulders to reveal a body double with the same reddish hair/wig and outfit. In other words, Lucia is on stage twice at the same time, looking exactly the same on both sides (and incidentally nothing at all like the projected ghost)... How did this not get edited out?

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I have no idea if Oropesa could or will ever sing Lucia at the Met, but that seems more reason to see this show.

Moviecasting crosses genres

2009-06-22T14:24:00.001-04:00

If you didn't see the interesting article in Friday's WSJ, London's National Theatre is entering the HD moviecasting market with four live* play transmissions beginning on Thursday. The list of US venues is here.

Unfortunately this first show -- Racine's Phèdre (in the Ted Hughes translation) starring Helen Mirren -- is already sold out in its only same-day venue in New York City, but both Walter Reade and BAM will show it delayed in July.

Incidentally, the Met is offering summer reruns of its own shows beginning late August in the Lincoln Center plaza.

(* Live, I believe, in Europe, but delayed until the evening here.)

Summer addition

2009-06-14T21:40:00.000-04:00

I'd somehow overlooked that the end of June brings three opera-in-concert programs from NYCO as part of the River to River Festival: Magic Flute (shortened kids' version, in English), La Navarraise (seriously!), and a mixed aria show. These are now on the summer opera listing.

Please, incidentally, pardon the insufficient editing of the previous post -- it was bizarre personal happenstance earlier in the week combined with having to run out that evening to see (an unforgettable) Giselle.

A less-remembered passion

2009-06-12T18:35:00.001-04:00

The Rape of Lucretia -- Opera Company of Philadelphia, 6/7/09
Mumford, Gunn, Burden, Jesse, Wager, Dubin, Sanders, Moriah / Hayes

The chamber size and scope of Britten's 1946 opera on the old Roman legend make it both easier to revive -- no great forces need be assembled -- and more difficult -- it plays best within a smaller space where one can't sell so many tickets. To stage it in Philadelphia -- where the audience is so traditional that Christoph Eschenbach's extremely modest and hardly modernist dose of 20th-century programming inspired a patron revolt at the Orchestra -- makes financial success even less probable. Nevertheless, the Opera Company of Philadelphia is now presenting an excellent production of the piece at the small, new and friendly Perelman Theater within the city's Kimmel Center -- a giant space better known for its larger hall in which the Orchestra now resides. I attended last Sunday's show, and two remain: tonight (Friday) and this Sunday afternoon.

The piece -- Britten's first post-Grimes opera -- premiered at Glyndebourne in 1946: Kathleen Ferrier (double cast with Nancy Evans) first played the title role -- her very first operatic part, in fact -- with Peter Pears (double cast with the wonderful Danish tenor Aksel Schiøtz) as the Male Chorus. It has never had a great reception, and seems to leave reviewers puzzled anew with each revival. (See, for example, the Philly Inquirer account.)

And yet there is something essential played out on the opera's double stage: both in the Roman tale of virtue assaulted by the foreign usurper-king's son and the framing tale of two narrative choruses (one male, one female) re-viewing the action from a more modern -- specifically, Christian -- perspective. It is this latter element that seems to trip people up: What are we to make of this play-within-a-play structure and Christian commentary? Does it not suck out the dramatic content of the story?

Sort of. Even as the Choruses get sucked into the tale's unfolding urgency, there is a certain distance in having them recount a known outcome. A sort of ritual space intersects the dramatic. But the foreign element of narrative (and ritual) was in drama from the start, in the Greek tragedies that themselves retold familiar stories. Closer to our time we have the example of Bach's passions -- and it is this half-liturgical context to which Britten's opera seems to owe more than a little, not least in the climactic scene: Lucretia, feeling all is broken and bent on death, finally appears to her husband to the mournful strains of a (I believe) thitherto-silent oboe. It is a terrific moment.

But both sets of characters have the same concern: the inherent self-destructiveness -- by inspiration of desire -- of beauty, both physical and moral. It is a recurring concern of Britten (most obviously in the later Billy Budd), and not far from the essence of the tragic. It's in tragedy that the beautiful and virtuous are destroyed by our own overpowering desire to consume them: only in the transmission of their story do they live on, untouched. But the persistence of story, of art, is a consolation not to the liking of the Choruses -- or perhaps meaningless to them after the sheer amount of destruction they have seen in closer life, having been created to their stage just after the Second World War. Religion -- Christianity, in our time -- promises the consolation of the actual, resurrection from by and of a divinity who can be consumed (and is, regularly, in Catholic ritual) without his destruction. And yet the Choruses -- like the ancient Romans on which they look -- are ultimately figures of art, participants in and of story, a story in which they persist no matter their continuation or obliteration within, by which Lucretia may be destroyed with no more loss than a few hours' intense presence by the cast...

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In this performance itself, I found tenor William Burden to be a huge and welcome surprise. The Male Chorus is, unsurprisingly (it was the Pears role), the meatiest part besides Lucretia's, and Burden fills it with a searing eloquence I didn't know he had in him. But all the men sang well: not just the familiar Nathan Gunn (baritone) as Tarquinius, but equally Ben Wager (bass) as Lucretia's husband Collatinus and Eric Dubin (another baritone) as Junius, a politically ambitious Roman general. Mezzo Allison Sanders (Lucretia's servant Bianca) was the standout among the supporting women, with a glorious lower register of her own. The two sopranos -- Karen Jesse as the Female Chorus and Rinnat Moriah as Lucretia's other servant Lucia -- were a bit less satisfying, each with a bit of hardness on top and Jesse (like Sanders, a young singer from Curtis) relatively faceless next to Burden's tour-de-force as her counterpart.

Much, of course, depends on the title character, and here Tamara Mumford too shone. When Ferrier premiered the part, she was not even an opera singer, not yet the "Kathleen Ferrier" of near-myth, but her characteristic qualities were visible. Britten spoke of Ferrier's "grand" and "noble" personality suiting her for the part, her "natural beauty" without being any sort of "sexy dame". It's these very qualities that make Mumford an odd (if effective) fit for the character parts she does at the Met -- and, frankly, perhaps for conventional opera altogether -- but an unusually good fit for this one. That I hear some of Ferrier's timbre in her is just icing.

Both the conducting of David Hayes and the production of William Kerley precisely and clearly presented Britten's opera without distraction or extraneous matter.

Turning the page

2009-05-29T08:00:00.001-04:00

The Met season finally closed last Thursday -- at Carnegie Hall -- with a dose of welcome virtuosity: from the orchestra in Stravinsky's Petrushka (revised version) and piano soloist Lang Lang in the first Brahms concerto. Despite carping in the press, Lang Lang's maximally and inimitably transparent account of the Brahms was a treat.

It was not, of course, the highlight of the season (or even the pianistic highlight of the season), but a nice coda to what has been a most memorable eight months of concert- and operagoing. Despite one opera company leaving the field (not, I hope, for good), it was a season that presented Maija Kovalevska's Mimi, Sondra Radvanovsky's Leonora, Peter Mattei's Don Giovanni, and -- in perhaps greater form than ever -- James Morris' Wotan: not just great performances, but wondrously apt intersections of singer and role (and opera) showing each at their most significant -- not just for a moment or a single run, but (even more remarkably these days) over time. Whether 2008-09 may have been nearer the beginning of this time (Kovalevska) or its end (Morris), it was a grand thing with these magic combinations in it.

(And yes, I've left out Karita Mattila's Salome and Tatyana, Susan Graham's Elvira, Anja Harteros' Violetta, Patricia Racette's Butterfly, Renee Fleming's Thaïs, Waltraud Meier's Isolde, Angela Gheorghiu's Magda, Stephanie Blythe's Orfeo, Joseph Calleja's Duke, Juan Diego Florez's Elvino, John Tomlinson's Hunding, Yvonne Naef's Fricka, and much else that would have headlined a lesser season.)

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In any case, May is nearly gone and summer is in sight. I have updated the summer opera schedule to include Lorin Maazel's first Castleton Festival (all Britten this year), though its location 60 miles from DC is pushing the "semi" of the "semi-reasonable driving distance of New York City" limit.

The elixir

2009-05-22T15:10:00.002-04:00

L'elisir d'amore -- Metropolitan Opera, 4/22/09
Calleja, Cabell, Vassallo, Alaimo, Huang / Benini

From one perspective -- that of much, I believe, of the audience -- this performance a month ago was a revelation, the discovery or confirmation of a major tenor voice of boundless sonic and musical potential. From another, it was something of a disappointment for being no more than that.

Soprano Nicole Cabell was the 2005 Cardiff winner, but her performance as Adina was not much encouragement for her having the eventual superstar success of Karita Mattila (whose inaugural win way back in 1983 has done much to legitimate the competition), Dmitri Hvorostovsky (1993), or -- soon -- Anja Harteros (1999). Pitch issues took a while to settle down and her basic sound I found, frankly, unnaturally darkened and a bit grating, but most alarming was her general unwillingness to engage with the role.

Adina does not take an intense, technically sophisticated singing actress like Angela Gheorghiu (Cabell's immediate predecessor in the revival) to do justice -- though Gheorgiu has done great things in the role. Like other classic "-ina" parts (e.g. Zerlina, Rosina, Norina -- but not Amina, heroine of the big rustic hit of the year before Elisir's premiere), she's a fairly straightforward coquette, blessed with enough charm to risk abusing its power. But that doesn't make her one-dimensional: the whole interest of the coquette character is in the interplay of the true and the mannered, and Donizetti and Romani have left a soprano plenty to work off for both. (In fact, the whole story is of two suitors, each embodying one side of the duality within Adina. She is forced to choose and discovers, perhaps to her surprise, that she prefers true feeling.) But each singer must still use what they've given her.

Take, for example, the play-within-the-play: the little wedding-drama at the beginning of Act II. Adina and Dulcamara enact a little tale of a virtuous gondolier girl rejecting the advances of an old lech in favor of her poor lover, but it's in the form of a humorously regular barcarolle -- and sung at her own unserious wedding! In the right hands (and Ruth Ann Swenson was terrific here) this is a truly delectable segment, my favorite comic bit of the opera, but it goes for nothing here. Cabell's Adina just seems bored and detached, Cabell herself fails to savor the vocal opportunity, and -- well, Dulcamara can't carry the duet by himself.

Nor can Nemorino carry the entire show, though Joseph Calleja gave it a good shot. I've written much about him before, and I won't try to describe his instrument yet another time. Enough to say that on the night it sounded like the unquestionably significant thing it is. His generally grand and ardent lines were a bit clipped by coordination hiccups (in this regard the show sounded like what it was: Calleja's first and only time in this production, probably with minimal rehearsal) and a certain restlessness that's appeared in his singing this season, breaking the old-style, nearly-decadent composure and firmness of underlying time that he's shown before (most recently in Macbeth). Whether the latter is a phase in his singing or just some difference of conductors, I'm not sure. Still, a remarkable display.

There is very little clowning in Calleja's stage persona, nor much of the raw everyman appeal of a Pavarotti. But he still made Nemorino work, not so much as a good-hearted village idiot but one too earnest and naive for plain success at love, both hapless and dignified at once.

The tenor role is known for the one big concluding aria, but Nemorino is onstage for much of the opera, with quite a lot to sing. This is fortunate, because the rest of the cast (including, as mentioned, Cabell) didn't inspire: Simone Alaimo's Dulcamara was, I thought, its only other commendable part. Franco Vassallo has all the strutting mannerisms of a great Belcore and none of the vocal or personal impact. His Sergeant thus seemed more of a buffoon than Nemorino, spoiling the balance of the story. Ying Huang, the over-elaborating backup Amor in Orfeo, was reasonably charming in her tiny part as the head of the village girl chorus: switching her with Cabell might not have been a bad idea. Conductor Maurizio Benini did decently, allowing the Met orchestra players to phrase with their usual feeling in the two great closing arias.

If you missed it, Hoffmann isn't so far off.

Mahler (or not)

2009-05-19T06:00:00.003-04:00

There are some prior events I've been writing up for a while, but Saturday's Mahler concert was sufficiently odd to get first notice. It was the penultimate part of the Staatskapelle Berlin's complete Mahler symphony cycle at Carnegie Hall: in this case, the Adagio of the not-quite-completed 10th followed (after an intermission) by the symphony-cum-song-cycle "Das Lied von der Erde". The soloists for the latter were tenor Klaus Florian Vogt and mezzo Michelle de Young; the conductor was Daniel Barenboim, who has been splitting baton duties in the cycle with longtime Mahlerian Pierre Boulez.

Barenboim has been music director of the Berlin State Opera (whose orchestra this is) since 1992, and it is no surprise that he showed the band to better effect than Boulez. Mistakes here and there aside, my ears found their brass and wind tone solid but neither particularly songful nor virtuosic, while the strings are firm and appealing at the bottom and rather mixed on top: interestingly airy when so requested, using some of that deliberate not-quite-togetherness Furtwängler famously cultivated in his Berlin orchestra, but quite unable to manage the massed singing sound of Mahler's rapture.

For Boulez, the Staatskapelle was a game but ultimately limiting instrument, encouraging some regret that he hadn't been leading one of the more world-famous orchestras with which he regularly appears at Carnegie. But Barenboim's conducting of Mahler (as of other music) oddly fit his orchestra. As in the winter's Met Tristans, his characteristic method is a sort of musical pointillism, engaging each detail to its own interesting completeness, not quite concerned with overall proportionality or beauty of sound per se. If the orchestra never sounds immaculate or single-minded, Barenboim isn't interested in that anyway, and under his ever-shifting variety of phrase and attack its players very much do sound interesting.

The most notable feature of the performance, however -- besides the soloists, discussed below -- was that which emerged over time, which is to say Barenboim's overall way with Mahler. It was evident in the fragment of the 10th, but I did not quite believe it would be confirmed by "Das Lied" -- but it was.

Barenboim has, as has been noted, taken quite a while to come around to Mahler -- so much so that his large involvement in this cycle was a surprise. Was he a convert? Well, it seems, not exactly. Barenboim's Mahler is, to my ears, a radical (and surprisingly successful) attempt to assemble all the elements and gestures of the music absent the overweening presence of the thing so many have found questionable in the symphonies: Mahler himself, as subject. It's a rather greater trick than Christoph Pregardien's recent performance of Schumann absent the singing subjective "I" -- in Schumann songs a self always lurks, but he varies with his poets in form and mode, while Mahler is (or so one had thought) always unmistakably Mahler. And it's a different sort of thing altogether from the previously-existing "objective" readings of these symphonies -- conducting (like that of Boulez) perhaps more stern or cerebral in its fire, but all the more transmitting Mahler's essential features. Barenboim keeps Mahler's syntax but tells a Mahler-free story: full of new twists, familiar sonic landscapes, and occasional gorgeous moments, and empty of (well, reduced to an absence that was nevertheless what held the various twists together) the troublesome and ubiquitous figure some love and some loathe.

"Das Lied von der Erde" alternates solo tenor and mezzo songs in fairly straightforward setting until the last movement, which incorporates long and vital orchestral bits amidst the singing of the two connected poems. The soloists sing of various Chinese-based scenes, but never quite cease to be tenor and mezzo soloists with orchestra, suggesting the limit of Barenboim's potential success. Mahler was a legendary opera conductor who never wrote an opera: unlike Barenboim favorite Wagner, his genius was not one to dissolve into particular characters in a particular scene as completely as theater requires. And so Barenboim's Mahler-free Mahler must be something of a shell, if a rather fascinating one.

But perhaps the right pair of singers could have made a better case for it. Klaus Florian Vogt was probably the best part of the performance: astoundingly clear and audible in sound, word, and well-shaped phrase throughout, his singing -- the opposite of the strained and too-often-swamped heldenyelling one associates with these songs -- was (even for one present for his Lohengrin) first shocking, then delightful, then thrilling. Vogt's compelling clarity made some sense of Barenboim's approach, while the unearthly quality sat a bit uneasily with it; at any rate, the combination contrasted heavily with the other soloist -- Michelle deYoung -- making an odd whole. deYoung has a rich full-sized mezzo with power and focus at the top, but the bottom of her range -- tested often in her songs, particularly the finale -- gets muddy (with too-wide vibrato) and has less force. Her generally and appealingly warm but not hugely precise interpretive impulse didn't, unfortunately, fit Barenboim's mercurial turns at all; nor did it provide the personal center that Mahler's absence left unfilled.

I don't suppose Waltraud Meier still could sing this piece?

Calleja tales

2009-05-14T12:15:00.000-04:00

Although there's still room for something to go wrong before official announcement, it does appear, as you may have heard, that tenor Joseph Calleja will be the new Met Hoffmann. It's definitely a bit of a gamble: he has a great voice that should do well in the part, but it's a fairly heavy sing in a less Italian mode of expression, and in the regular course of things would not have been on his radar for another five-plus years.

At any rate, let's hope for Calleja's success, and that the success, if it comes, doesn't suck him into the whirlpool of Netrebko-related glitz that seems to have downed his predecessor.

A review of his lone Met Elisir should be posted here in the next day or so.

Return

2009-05-09T15:23:00.003-04:00

Il Trovatore -- Metropolitan Opera, 5/8/09
Berti, Papian, Nioradze, Lucic, Bilgili / Frizza

[posts on previous performances here and here]

Three of the original stars of this production are in London: soprano Sondra Radvanovsky and baritone Dmitri Hvorostovsky teaming up once more in the ROH Trovatore, and bass Kwangchul Youn as King Heinrich in their Lohengrin (both Elijah Moshinsky productions). In fact, with tenor Marcelo Alvarez, mezzo Dolora Zajick, and conductor Gianandrea Noseda also off elsewhere, the entire cast had turned over between February's premiere and this end-of-season performance.

This change in cast brought not only new sounds but, it seemed, almost a brand new production. Or, rather, a very old production -- for most of the novel and insightful McVicarisms had already fallen out of the show, leaving the familiar and conventional Trovatore of yore. But the physical set and chorus action (for these, at least, have carried over) sits well and handsomely even absent the novel detail. David McVicar and his team did well to create the solid platform for even a traditional stand&sing.

And stand&sing was pretty much what the male leads here had in mind. It's not the worst idea, for both tenor Marco Berti and baritone Zeljko Lucic have impressive voices, representing two not-so-common categories these days: the real spinto tenor and Verdi baritone.

Berti was the more mixed success. In fact, I'm not sure it was a success at all, because he was totally defeated by "Ah si, ben mio" -- unable even to stay in tune, much less make music of the thing -- before trying to make up for it by shouting a lot at the end. "Di quella pira" (still just one verse) afterwards was good but not spectacular, with a somewhat less free tone than in previous acts and a nice but not extended high note finish. The big natural force of his voice actually did well with Manrico's offstage (in-character) singing -- in his first entrance and the Miserere -- but really did best in the exchanges and ensembles that drive the opera. One exception: Manrico's potentially heartfelt contribution to the Act II convent scene, which was here carelessly and fairly coarsely thrown away. Then again, so was most of the poetic-melancholy side of Manrico's character.

Lucic sang gorgeously, with a juicy, full, and spacious sound that is perfect for this music. But -- as with his Germont -- somebody needs to tell him that Verdi baritones take the heavy's part. Not just as bad guys, of course -- there are sympathetic threads to all the roles -- but there has to be some darker element mixed with the bel canto. His di Luna is a substantial, conventionally raised and civilized nobleman asserting legitimate rights: the obsessive quality so strong in Hvorostovsky's portrayal is quite absent, slashed hand (outside the convent) or not, as is most of the reason Leonora would loathe and fear him. (Part of the latter, of course, is that her Manrico here is neither particularly poetic nor tragic.) Sparks do not fly among the trio.

Then again, Hasmik Papian as Leonora isn't the most inspiring source of rivalry either. I suppose this all is unfair to her, because no one else out there besides Radvanovsky can dominate in this part either. (Perhaps this will change if and when Anja Harteros takes it up.) But after hearing this... In any case, Papian has pretty good flexibility and a nice clear and even voice through the middle and bottom, but the top notes are less good: they narrow instead of expand, and pitches can be iffy. More worrisome is the recessive, almost wallflower character her Leonora displays. Lacking fire in either voice or person and trimming the grandeur out of Verdi's phrases, she was in danger of being sung off the stage by her Inez (Laura Vlasak Nolen) in their first scene. Nolen was sounding more vibrantly impressive than I'd ever heard her, but this shouldn't happen. Finally, I was shocked that Papian -- having done four performances already with Frizza in the pit -- kept getting lost in the Miserere.

Mzia Nioradze inspired some unflattering comments on her earlier substitute's appearance, but she was one of the better parts of the performance here. The voice is less forceful, lacking the elemental power of her predecessors, and her body language seems young. But a prematurely wizened, struggling Azucena who isn't big enough for the deeds she has done (and is doing) makes perfect sense, more I think than the usual super-gypsy string-puller. She did well. So did Burak Bilgili as Ferrando, though he had some coordination issues in Act III. He showed a wetter, plusher voice than Youn, while -- like the rest of the cast -- missing some of his predecessor's focused storytelling drive.

Riccardo Frizza conducted well, as he did in earlier in Rigoletto. I don't think it was his fault that most of this go-round's cast didn't take the same relish in the music's headlong rhythmic momentum and long contrasting phrases as the original's. (Actually Berti did pretty well on this score.)

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All complaints aside, there was much to enjoy in the sound of this Trovatore. But the distinctive space in which the opera plays -- the Spanish-flavored, story- and doom-soaked world in which all the derided twists and relationships make clear sense -- was not at all this time evoked. That's too bad, because with a poetic Manrico and an inspiring and responsive Leonora, McVicar's production did bring that out.

Not that I wouldn't like to hear Berti again, in the right piece. Maybe next time he'll get to have a shouting contest with Radvanovsky...

Twilight

2009-05-08T18:05:00.005-04:00

Götterdämmerung -- Metropolitan Opera, 5/2/09
Dalayman, Franz, Tomlinson, Naef, Paterson, Wray, Fox / Levine

So it wasn't the production after all -- not Otto Schenk's fault that his Ring kept appearing with lumbering singers only haphazardly acting their roles. That it needed the right cast and preparation should have been no surprise: only the simple and the simplified are proof against that, and Schenk fortunately didn't try to squeeze the entire Ring into one homogenizing idea. Now, at the production's close, more are openly acknowledging the gorgeous sets (Siegfried's are the best, but there are other high points) and triumphant old-fashioned stagecraft (most notably, of course, at the end of this opera) that well framed this revival's musical and dramatic success.

But it was the cast that provided the spark, in a way not often seen here or anywhere. Katarina Dalayman most of all: however she may have sounded for the broadcast matinee, she was excellent this Saturday, with pure force at the top and a pleasant vibrato-bearing warmth through a middle and bottom that carried well through the orchestra. (It is, to my ears, a very good Brünnhilde instrument, though not overpowering a la Flagstad.) But more than that, she sang and acted this Brünnhilde like she meant every word -- perhaps from having sung some concert performances of Twilight (now another one this week in Manchester, England), she seems much more assured in the character than in the Walküre installment's.

Dalayman was well-paired with tenor Christian Franz. Vocally, he was decent: never unpleasant in the taxing first acts, and with enough left this time to use his characteristic nice soft singing in the great death scene (though the high parts of repeating the Forest Bird's calls were pretty understandably not going to happen and were just fudged). But he remains a most convincing Siegfried, not just in general youthfulness and vigor (though he shows those), but in his attention to the more delicate side of this man-child's character. The appeal of his soft singing opens the possibility up for Franz, and he takes good advantage. His Siegfried is neither brute nor villain, even when (under a potion's enchantment) he goes along with the plot to win Brünnhilde for Gunther. In fact he has moments of almost-recollection that are quite touching, as his voice and manner soften midway through both plotting and execution with a sense of: "Shouldn't I be remembering something about this?" He means well, and even the implacable-Gunther act that so terrifies Brünnhilde at the end of Act I is clearly to him a basically-harmless put-on.

So Siegfried, this time, is not at all a villain, but John Tomlinson's Hagen so ably is. Unlike Hunding, which he perfectly rumbled last month, Hagen really requires a more consistent and forceful top than Tomlinson now has. But like Hunding, Hagen allows Tomlinson to use the imposing solidity of his presence and vocal persona to memorable effect. The supporting cast was, as has been the case throughout these Ring revivals, very strong. Yvonne Naef was a very good Waltraute, though not quite up to the level of Felicity Palmer in her 2000 house debut. (Naef was a bit handicapped by the fact that the Waltraute scene was one of the few parts where I thought Levine's conducting actually dragged.) Iain Paterson and Margaret Jane Wray did well if not memorably as the Gibich pawns, while Tom Fox was again sharp as Alberich. Lisette Oropesa, Kate Lindsey, and Tamara Mumford once more made a luxury group of Rhinemaidens.

But it was the principals who made this show, and Katarina Dalayman in particular. Opposite a Siegfried who, like her, had a live voice and could actually act, she brought a remarkable electric charge to all of Brünnhilde's scenes -- including, crucially, the Act II confrontation. She led Franz, Tomlinson, and the others (including the Met chorus, finally given a big scene) in bringing this bit off so well that one could forget that the whole scene is utter humbug -- the bizarre result of Wagner's use of the "Götterdämmerung"/cycle-ending frame so that all the Norse/medieval German material of this piece is reduced to an object lesson for Brünnhilde ("What, you won't give up the Ring because it's the sign of your love? Wait, you'll see in a minute..."). And by the end, Dalayman had enough voice to herself attempt (with some success) some deliberately soft singing in the Immolation.

So it was Dalayman, despite a lone thug who booed her strongly at the end (and what on earth was wrong with this person?), who get the biggest cast ovation. I'm very much looking forward to her returning (with a bit more experience under her belt) for the next Met Ring, as well as Franz if the voice holds up. Of course James Levine got the biggest cheers: his orchestra played terrifically, the brass fortunately getting all their flubs out before a shattering rendition of Siegfried's funeral music. Schenk did not come out for a bow (tomorrow, perhaps?), though he would, if audience chatter was any indication, have gotten a huge reception. Kudos.

Farewell?

2009-05-06T03:15:00.007-04:00

Die Walküre -- Metropolitan Opera, 5/5/09
Watson, Morris, Pieczonka, Domingo/Lehman, Naef, Pape / Levine

[previous Walküre reviews this season here and here]

No one cared by the final curtain, but this last Schenk Valkyrie began with an announcement on Placido Domingo's indisposition -- which, we were told, he would try to overcome. It was fairly soon clear that the indisposition was winning (he could still power loud high notes but for stamina and sustained line... nothing), and, while the audience was wondering how he could possibly make it through Siegmund's part in the taxing Act I close, Domingo walked off stage immediately after his long solo beginning with the "Wälse" cries. Another tenor -- the indispensable Gary Lehman, of course -- came in just as Sieglinde appeared to ask Siegmund if he was asleep (in this case, obviously not: he was actually shambling in from the side and across onto the rug) and kick off the long Act-closing duet sequence.

Lehman turned out to have a pleasing but somewhat limited (not much extra space at climaxes) voice which well fit the character of Siegmund. (He was also much more visibly youthful and tragic, brandishing Nothung as one comfortable with a fight.) The other singer I haven't already written on in this piece (see previous posts above) was the Brünnhilde, Linda Watson. As I suspected after her Siegfried stint, the often low-lying demands of this opera suited her quite well, with only the climax of Act II's "Todesverkündigung" extendedly testing+exposing her unsteady top. She is larger than Theorin and Dalayman and not particularly athletic but does well with the more conventional Valkyrie body stuff -- which also complements the general warm phrasing she employs.

But of course the evening was about James Morris, and not just because this may be his last Walküre Wotan here or whatnot. Even after being stunned last month by how much he has left and how directly and naturally he's now able to present the part (in this better, as I've said, than he's ever yet done), Morris' Act III farewell still made the show. He deserved all of the huge ruckus (and love) he inspired at curtain calls -- and more -- but I thought his performance and success here to be almost beyond applause, the sort of thing at which one just goes home in quiet disbelief. He visibly trembled this time as he grasped Brünnhilde at the last -- was it as himself, or as Wotan? What difference, at this point, could there be?

Disappearing act

2009-05-05T15:15:00.002-04:00

From one perspective Christoph Pregardien is the ideal lieder singer. His lyric tenor is as clear, graceful, and unforcedly attractive as on record, and his German diction is itself almost as great a pleasure. In his voice each song is shaped into an whole, but one pleasing in every part. And yet...

Sunday he performed an all-German recital at the new Alice Tully Hall with accompanist Michael Gees: first Schumann's Eichendorff "Liederkreis" (op. 39), then -- after an intermission -- seven Wolf songs, also of Eichendorff poems, and three Mahler songs.

All were basically of a piece. Each performance was, as just noted, beautiful in every part -- enough so to raise gooseflesh in the beginning stanzas of the first Mahler selection, "Wo die schönen Trompeten blasen". And not just beautiful but clear, intelligent, and using a full dynamic range: one perceived the songs as if enacted in the rippling of great clear waters.

And perhaps that is as they should be, particularly in a mostly-Eichendorff evening. Because the strain that's missing -- the personal yes and no of the subject -- is one Eichendorff labors to efface, in twilight and distance, nature and death. Schumann's "Liederkreis" of his poetry is far from the one set to Heine (op. 24), much less the two great love-story sets of that same year ("Frauenliebe und -leben" and "Dichterliebe", the latter also after Heine): in these Eichendorff songs the "I" does not much insist; the motion of the pieces is in their tracking of the shadowed and subtle world.

And yet... Perhaps it's from having just heard Rene Pape's titanically subjective rendition of "Dichterliebe" (the ultimate outpouring of Romantic subjectivity), but it seems to me that Schumann, even in setting Eichendorff, never quite dropped this thread of personal insistence (the "Florestan" side of him), and therefore that minimizing it to effect an elegant self-disappearance isn't entirely satisfactory.

So too with Wolf's Eichendorff. In Mahler, Pregardien nailed the uncanny beauty that begins "Wo die schönen Trompeten blasen", but the passion that mutedly burns in the song's climax was missed. "Revelge", though an obvious followup thematically, didn't much tell either in his hands. The last song of the set was a near-perfect account of "Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen" in the day's characteristic already-vanished style. This seems to be how many (most?) singers and listeners see this great piece, but I (also perhaps characteristically) prefer to hear the contest between hot and cold, rapture and detachment. (Ferrier's recording is exemplary in this.)

Gees accompanied terrifically throughout, meticulously energetic and a bit more hard-edged in his objectivity than his partner. The audience responded very well, calling the pair back for three encores: Mahler's "Rheinlegendchen", and two songs from the Heine "Liederkreis" (op. 24): "Mit Myrthen und Rosen" and "Ich wandelte unter den Bäumen". Here I thought Pregardien perfectly caught the springy appeal of Mahler's little love narrative, and though the first Schumann encore (actually the closing song of the op. 24 cycle) inspired the same concerns as the regularly programmed Schumann, "Ich wandelte unter den Bäumen" was as freely and directly felt as one could want -- a perfect few minutes of Romantic love-melancholy.

A memorable afternoon, even if I didn't enjoy it quite as much as others there must have.

Burkhard Fritz he isn't

2009-05-04T14:50:00.000-04:00

Fresh off of replacing Fritz in the new Berlin State Opera Lohengrin, Klaus Florian Vogt will join that house's orchestra in town this month to replace Fritz in Das Lied von der Erde at Carnegie. (Thanks to Intermezzo, who just saw Vogt sing this in Paris, for the tip.)

Maybe the local press will finally get around to acknowledging Vogt's existence -- something they failed to do in 2006 despite one of the greatest and most stunning Met debuts ever.

With Dorothea Röschmann already singing in symphonies 2, 4, and some of the Knaben Wunderhorn songs, the Berliners' Mahler cycle is a good occasion for too-little-seen German singers.

(Yes, posts on the weekend's Götterdämmerung and Pregardien recital are forthcoming. Also one on Elisir, eventually.)

The boy who went out to learn fear

2009-05-01T16:12:00.000-04:00

Siegfried -- Metropolitan Opera, 4/30/09
Franz, Watson, Dohmen, Brubaker, White, Tomlinson, Fox, Oropesa / Levine

For his lovely soft singing and young eager Siegfried-isms, one might forgive Christian Franz pretty much anything. Not that his performance was otherwise disaster: he did (like most predecessors) approximate many of the big high/loud bits, but aside from sounding scarily out of gas for his big response to "Ewig war ich" (he did mostly get it together again for the very end), Franz provided strong (if fudged and/or imprecise) sound through even these more brutal tests. But his strengths: the lyric conversation with the Forest Bird, his reflections on seeing Brünnhilde, and his bodily reactions to everything -- carefree and young in Act II until roused to a hilarious fever pitch at hearing of the Valkyrie; having a moment of communion with Wotan after breaking the spear in Act III; palpably eager but confused at discovering Brünnhilde, then believably crushed as she has second thoughts before his desire overcomes them both -- made for a sympathetically dreamy Siegfried who didn't, as is sometimes the case, seem the villain of the piece.

Linda Watson (stepping in because Dalayman has never yet sung all three Brünnhildes in a week's space) has a full warm dramatic-soprano bottom to her voice, but gets a bit wobblier above that. Voice aside, she and Franz -- thanks in no small part to his reactions -- carried off the personal back-and-forth of the final scene quite movingly.

Albert Dohmen sang so well as the Wanderer that I feel I may have shortchanged him in the last Valkyrie write-up. (Though perhaps it's that I haven't seen Morris' Wanderer this season as comparison...) Of his first two acts' work I had many of the same objections as Tuesday, but Dohmen was so forceful in Act III and sang so strongly throughout that he deserved what he received: the biggest non-Levine ovations of the night.

Robert Brubaker is something of a revelation as Mime, but so is Lisette Oropesa as a perky and heavenly Forest Bird. In fact, all the supporting players did their bits well, as did James Levine's orchestra. But it's largely to Franz's credit that this summa of boys' adventure tales came off so happily.

Tech trial

2009-04-30T14:35:00.000-04:00

The Met is offering a free trial of their computer-based Met Player system this weekend, beginning at 5PM ET tomorrow. Anyone who owns a home theater PC or doesn't mind watching or hearing entire operas at a desk should definitely look into it -- despite the spotty catalog (where's the Strauss!?), having a significant chunk of the Met broadcast archive available on demand is a treat.

However, the universe of HTPC owners and desk-listeners is pretty limited and is likely to remain so even among A/V enthusiasts. Given the proliferation of TV-connected devices (and TVs) able to stream internet video content -- every HD Tivo and pretty much every new Blu-Ray player offers Netflix on-demand streaming or some equivalent -- the Met should be doing everything in its power to adapt Met Player to these channels.

Meanwhile the Met continues to be behind in Blu-Ray releases, with last season's moviecasts still only available on the outdated DVD format. Given Blu-Ray's marked video and audio superiority and how well Blu-Ray players sold over the recession-limited holidays, there's no good reason for the house to let its HD content lie fallow so long. (A DVD is worse quality than a DVR recording off of PBS HD, making it a waste of money.)

Valhalla's newcomers

2009-04-29T06:45:00.002-04:00

Die Walküre -- Metropolitan Opera, 4/28/09
Dalayman, Dohmen, Pieczonka, Domingo, Naef, Pape / Levine

[post on the April 6 performance here]

Last night's Cycle 2 performance of the Valkyrie had, amidst other cast turnover, two house role debuts: Albert Dohmen as Wotan and Katarina Dalayman as this opera's Brünnhilde (she sang the "Götterdämmerung" version of the character on Saturday's matinee broadcast). Both did a surprisingly good job.

Dalayman first: whatever vocal not-quite-thereness one might have detected on Saturday (though Wellsung Alex had a more positive summary), for this version of Brünnhilde she has all the necessary tools. She is strong from top to bottom, able to make an impression in both entrance and "Todesverkündigung" -- and, finally, the long closing dialogue -- without forcing. The basic warmth of the middle is very appealing, and she can blast through the orchestra with trick top notes when required.

So ideal, right? Sort of. She can sing every bit of the role, but seems fairly lost with the physicality, neither still enough for grandeur nor purposefully energetic enough for young-athlete-Brünnhilde. Nor is her character interaction much to speak of... The character of her Brünnhilde never comes clearly into focus, either by acts or phrases.

One must, however, note that this is just Dalayman's third run of Valkyrie ever, with the second being a lone performance last month in Stockholm. Given more time and opportunities to make these three big parts her own, she may yet become their complete exponent.

Albert Dohmen, by contrast, has been singing Wotan for ten years now. And he can, in fact, sing Wotan, even at this big house where he didn't make much impression as Jokanaan in 2004. In sound, after a restrained and tentative early warm-up period, he outdoes James Morris... But Dohmen's performance is best enjoyed on its own. Comparing to Morris has one noticing that there's still a touch of middle-manager in Dohmen's Wotan, a bit of bluster in his rage, etc. Mind you, it's taken decades, but at this point Morris' version has been pared down so that there is no longer anything in it -- not gesture, not emphasis, not sound -- that's not Wotan, nothing in which the spirit of long command and activity does not stir. Dohmen isn't there yet. Furthermore, not only his character but Dohmen himself is unpreposessing, making not much interpretive impression beyond singing and connecting the notes as written.

And yet, with two leads more notable for voice than art, their act -- the final one -- told most strongly of the opera's three. With James Levine's orchestra fervently pronouncing the back-and-forth weave of motifs underneath, just properly singing the vocal lines is enough. Not all, but enough.

* * *
Of the returnees, Adrianne Pieczonka was the most happy surprise (though I did like her previous attempt). She cannot compete with Waltraud Meier's tragic heroine (Sieglinde as Elektra!), but her warmer, more womanly Sieglinde is beautiful and at least as valid. Her bio lists performances of the Marschallin, Ariadne, etc., and I'd love to hear her here in these parts.

I think I might have liked Placido Domingo's Siegmund better from Family Circle standing or thereabouts. He's still in pretty good voice, able to attack each note with nice bright tone and hold the two "Wälse" cries, and does better in not running out of gas than in the last Ring (though he does tire by Act I's end). But he looks very, very old and has no appreciable chemistry with Pieczonka. I miss Botha.

Rene Pape and Yvonne Naef, Hunding and Fricka respectively, were (unsurprisingly) excellent. Naef should be hired by the regular Met company, not just for Ring seasons. I think they've already promised the next Troyens revival to Susan Graham, but surely there's room for another cast...

Summertime

2009-04-28T14:00:00.007-04:00

One and three quarter Ring cycles -- and more -- remain in the season, but it's not too early to think about what's playing nearby over the summer. Below I've listed known opera choices within semi-reasonable driving distance of New York City. If I've missed some, please let me know.

[UPDATE (4/29): Another Tanglewood program added, thanks to a commenter.]
[UPDATE 2 (5/29): Castleton Festival in VA added.]

Opera Company of Philadelphia's Rape of Lucretia (June 5-14 in Philadelphia)
Stars Tamara Mumford and Nathan Gunn.

Boston Early Music Festival's Poppea (June 6-14 in Boston, and June 19-21 in Great Barrington, MA)

New York City Opera's Magic Flute, La Navarraise, and mixed aria program (June 25-27 in downtown NYC)
All in concert with orchestra. Casting unknown.

The Princeton Festival's Midsummer Night's Dream (June 20 and 28 in Princeton, NJ)

Wolf Trap's Cosi Fan Tutte (June 26-30), Ulisse (July 24-28), and "multimedia" concert Boheme (August 7) (all in Vienna, VA)

Lake George Opera's Butterfly (July 2-12) and Don Pasquale (July 3-11) (both in Saratoga Springs, NY)

The Castleton Festival's Turn of the Screw (July 3-5), Beggar's Opera (July 5-18), Rape of Lucretia (July 10-12), and Albert Herring (July 17-19) (all in Castleton, VA)
All-Britten lineup includes his arrangement of the Beggar's Opera. Lorin Maazel conducts all first nights and the July 4 Turn of the Screw; casts not announced. I assume the Lucretia production is the same as Philly's in June, which actually originated (also with Mumford) at the Castleton venue (before it became a "festival") in 2007.

Opera New Jersey's Lucia (July 10-26), Abduction (July 11-24), and Mikado (July 12-25) (all in Princeton, NJ)
Lucia stars Lisette Oropesa, while the Mikado features ACB's Yum-Yum.

Tanglewood's concert Meistersinger Act III (July 11) and staged Don Giovanni (July 26, 27, and 29) (both in Lenox, MA)
For the Wagner: James Levine, James Morris, Johan Botha, Hei-Kyung Hong, Matthew Polenzani, and Hans-Joachim Ketelsen as Beckmesser.
For the Mozart: Levine conducts a cast of relative unknowns (Morris Robinson is, it seems, the Commendatore) on the first two dates, and a Tanglewood Conducting Fellow takes his place for the last.

The Metropolitan Opera's summer recital series (July 13-August 14 in NYC parks)
Mostly young singers, though the Central Park version has Paulo Szot (and Oropesa again).

Glimmerglass Opera's Traviata (July 18-August 25), Cenerentola (July 19-August 23), The Consul (July 25-August 24), and Dido and Aeneas (August 2-23, all 11:30AM) (all in Cooperstown, NY)
Mary Dunleavy is Violetta in Jonathan Miller's new production of Traviata.
Tamara Mumford is Dido in Miller's new production of the Purcell.

Caramoor's Elisir (July 18) and Semiramide (July 31) (both in Katonah, NY)
Lawrence Brownlee is Nemorino for Elisir and Idreno for Semiramide. Angela Meade and Vivica Geneaux play Semiramide and Arsace, respectively, in the Rossini.

Bard SummerScape's Les Huguenots (July 31-August 7 in Annandale-on-Hudson, NY)

Mostly Mozart's New York premiere of A Flowering Tree (August 13-16 at the Rose Theater)
John Adams music: promising. Yet another Peter Sellars libretto/production: not promising.

Im wunderschönen...

2009-04-28T06:00:00.004-04:00

I had not expected to hear an overpoweringly great rendition of Schumann's "Dichterliebe" Saturday night at Carnegie Hall. For all the superstar quality of bass Rene Pape's voice and career, I had never before heard of him doing a full lieder recital here or elsewhere. And in fact he programmed it like a man making a first big splash into the field: beginning with three songs from Schubert's late "Schwanengesang" (D957) (including, of course, "Der Atlas"), touching on Wolf with the later Romantic's three Michelangelo songs, then offering a bunch of Schubert's greatest hits before turning to Schumann's cycle after intermission.

The first half, though, was both gratifying in itself and a hint of what would come. All the songs being in his native German, Pape had no difficulty with texts or diction, and his magnificent voice, both delicate and beefy at once, shone to nice effect in the familiar music. Interpretations were mostly straightforward, but with one decided theme, most noticable in the Schubert miscellany: his was the most misanthropic "Einsame" I've heard; "An die Musik" was more tormented than gently sentimental; "Lachen und Weinen" was remarkably short of the former; his "Musensohn" was, frankly, Satanic; and so on. The fierce defiance in Schubert's setting of Goethe's famous "Prometheus" was, of course, fittingly rendered.

Yes, the evening had its unity, and what was not explicit in the first half's programming became so in the singing: rapture and melancholy (both so strong in the Wolf songs), torment, defiance, sarcasm -- all the elements of Heine and Schumann's masterpiece were presented piecemeal beforehand. And so too the great overall theme of "Dichterliebe": love, unhappy love.

At this point it's difficult not to think of the rumors floating around concerning Pape's (recently difficult, so they say) private life. How much truth there is in them, I don't know. Pape certainly sang like a man touching huge personal concerns -- looking and sounding, for example, as if he'd actually lose it in the songs following "Ich grolle nicht" -- and if he in fact wasn't, then all the more glory to him for such performance skill.

In any case, the unsettled and angry undercurrents that didn't quite fit Schubert chestnuts were wholly at home in the Schumann. But they didn't dominate -- actually, the opposite. Schumann's (and Heine's) alchemy transforms the pains that were once love back into their original stuff as the story works the reverse, so that tenderness and anger strengthen -- and open new space for -- each other in any strong performance. And Pape, though again more direct in general approach than anyhow refinedly exquisite, gave love whole voice along with its unhappiness.

It was as great a performance as I've ever heard of this Romantic summit: in this case I didn't even mind that Pape is a low voice (his bass, as noted above, has a remarkable lightness with its strength) or that he passed on the climactic high note (of "Ich grolle nicht"). Brian Zeger accompanied with admirable command and songfulness throughout, lacking only a bit of the Satanic in the wedding music (of "Das ist ein Flöten und Geigen").

What could follow such success -- and proportionately huge cheering? Strauss, of course: his "Zueignung", sung here with a radiant combination of relief and relish. But that wouldn't satisfy the audience, and Pape finished with one more encore -- in English, this time, breaking the German spell: Rodgers and Hammerstein's "Some Enchanted Evening". Twice again love, but in a more thankful vein.

Another anniversary

2009-04-25T01:19:00.003-04:00

Don Giovanni -- Metropolitan Opera, 4/24/09
Mattei, Ramey, Wall, Frittoli, Breslik, Bayrakdarian, Bloom, Aceto / Langree

It was not only the Met and Placido Domingo who celebrated anniversaries this season: 2008-09 also marked twenty-five years of Samuel Ramey singing with the Metropolitan Opera. (He debuted, with Handel himself, in Rinaldo.) Last night's performance as Leporello was Ramey's final outing of this anniversary season, and the company marked it with a small but well-received ceremony after Act I. Peter Gelb came out, congratulated Ramey, and presented him with an antique score of this very opera (in which he and Ferruccio Furlanetto alternated the leads here in 1990).

The performance itself was similar to that of April 13, with Joshua Bloom returning from the fall cast as Masetto. Isabel Bayrakdarian was, again, not great but this time wasn't awful either, so I'll chalk last time up to acute distress. Erin Wall still struck me as an odd vocal mix -- combining fullness and force with very little lower reinforcement -- but it is, within its scope, such a live and big-house-loving sound that this seems an odder nit to pick (particularly in the fairly high-lying part of Donna Anna). Chest sound or no, there's no lack of color or depth to the timbre: she's the one woman of this cast I'd particularly like to hear again. Seeing Mattei once more drove home the difference between his plentiful stage activity and his immediate predecessor's: where Erwin Schrott's Giovanni would swagger and move because he wasn't connected, Mattei's did it from zest and ever-renewed pleasure. Yes, yes, his appetite oversteps the world and heaven's bounds, but in so doing it affirms wine, women, and song as mere pathology doesn't.

Ideal combination cast of the season: Mattei, Ramey, Wall, Graham, Polenzani, Leonard, Bloom, Aceto. But I'd have given much to have had Levine conduct the opera once more.

Levine's cancellation last night

2009-04-24T11:00:00.001-04:00

James Levine dropped out of last night's Das Rheingold at the last minute, leaving John Keenan to conduct (quite well, apparently) in his place. Stage director Michael Scarola posts on Opera-L that it was just a stomach bug. I -- and other Ring ticket holders -- hope so.

UPDATE (4/25): And a slight correction.

Role debut

2009-04-22T01:20:00.000-04:00

There are, it appears, still unsold seats to tonight's Met performance of L'Elisir d'Amore. It is Maltese tenor Joseph Calleja's first (and, this season, only) Nemorino here, an event I've looked forward to since the season announcement. His other Met lead -- the Duke in Rigoletto, which he's sung here in two seasons now -- shows off a tenor's tone, elan, high notes, and charisma, but Nemorino gives opportunity for real feeling and bel canto delicacy (of which he showed much last season as Macduff). It's the truer test of communication.

Absent some as-yet-unannounced substitute appearance (and I don't think he sings Hoffmann), Calleja won't sing at all at the Met next season... So for fans or the curious, it's this or a long wait.

The Audition afterthoughts

2009-04-20T10:15:00.010-04:00

Seeing the documentary in the theater left me with some thoughts neither in my original 2007 Met Council Finals post nor in last week's movie preview.

First, the sound: I thought only the rehearsal segments (particularly Michael Fabiano's) gave some sense of how the singers really sounded. The actual competition footage was useless -- was that the standard footlight miking they used? Whatever it was, it (among other distortions) made Jamie Barton and Amber Wagner seem about the same volume, and... they're not.

Second, the stories. It was interesting to see that Alek Shrader hadn't actually worked up the Fille aria before (making his success with it more remarkable), that Ryan Smith knew the Cilea cold but -- probably because of his layoff -- was having an issue finding a second good aria (you could tell), and that Disella Larusdottir felt she really underperformed on finals day (Anne Midgette, whose post on the movie is here, indicated as much).

Third, I thought Keira Duffy "won" the movie's consolation prize -- you know, the most charming onscreen despite not winning (and did the same judges who picked Barton really knock Duffy's voice size!?) -- but search engine hits here seem to be a three-way tie between Shrader, Smith, and Amber Wagner, with Fabiano in fourth.

Fourth, Nicholas Pallesen (whom I personally would have picked as a winner that day) is singing the lead in Juilliard's production of Falstaff (conducted by Mrs. Peter Gelb, and with 2009 winner Paul Appleby as Fenton) this week.

On the whole, I thought Susan Froemke did a nice job in both providing compelling backstage footage of the finalists and process and shaping the same into a promotion for both the Met and these singers. There was some sleight of hand in this, but that's to be expected. It also does seem to me that winning on finals day is not all-important (and Morris Robinson, for example, didn't even make it past Regionals), but making that point would have drained out some of the tension. (And perhaps it was that important for Angela Meade, because the win may have been what allowed her to emergency debut at the Met in one of the dramatic coloratura leads she needs to sing to be hired.) Besides, having a national audience watch you triumph onscreen -- that's something for your career. How sad that Smith can't enjoy it.

Having Renee Fleming, Susan Graham, and Thomas Hampson offer thoughts from the Olympian heights of their current success was a nice transition out, but not hugely enlightening. Though it was interesting to hear that Pierrot's song was Hampson's calling-card even during audition days... Make it happen, Met, make it happen.

Not quite the last ride?

2009-04-18T22:40:00.003-04:00

If you didn't listen to this afternoon's broadcast of Siegfried from the Met, James Morris noted in an interview that the Otto Schenk production of the Ring, though scheduled for retirement next month, will not be scrapped thereafter, leaving open the possibility of yet another revival at some point. (Are there other stages large enough to fit a full Met production?)

UPDATE (4/19): Maury has a report from the house.

Triumph of the off-topic diva

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A reader emailed me yesterday to note that ABT has promoted ballerina Veronika Part to principal. After tribulations that led last year to an announced departure (soon basically withdrawn), this conclusion is glory indeed.

(Amusing, too, that the British dance writers in London gave her a rather fairer shake than the one here in New York.)

In any case, if you have a chance to see her performances this summer -- particularly the Swan Lake with Roberto Bolle -- you should take it.