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A welcome addition to Lyric Opera of Chicago’s roster was its recent production of Jules Massenet’s Don Quichotte.
800 years ago, every book was a precious treasure - ‘written on skin’. In George Benjamin’s and Martin Crimp’s 2012 opera, Written on Skin, modern-day archivists search for one such artefact: a legendary 12th-century illustrated vanity project, commissioned by an unnamed Protector to record and celebrate his power.
It was like a “Date Night” at Staatsoper unter den Linden with
its return of Eike Gramss’ 2012 production of Puccini’s Madama
Butterfly. While I entered the Schiller Theater, the many young couples
venturing to the opera together, and emerging afterwards all lovey-dovey and
moved by Puccini’s melodramatic romance, encouraged me to think more
positively about the future of opera.
For the Late Night concert after the Saturday series, fifteen Berliners
backed up Barbara Hannigan in yet another adventurous collaboration on a modern
rarity with Simon Rattle. I was completely unfamiliar with the French composer,
but the performance tonight made me fall in love with Gérard
Grisey’s sensually disintegrating soundscape Quatre chants pour
franchir le seuil, or “Fours Songs to cross the
One of the things I love about the Philharmonie in Berlin, is the normalcy
of musical excellence week after week. Very few venues can pull off with such
illuminating star wattage. Michael Schade, Anne Schwanewilms, and Barbara
Hannigan performed in two concerts with two larger-than-life conductors
Thielemann and Rattle. We were taken on three thrilling adventures.
Lyric Opera of Chicago’s original and superbly cast production of Hector Berlioz’s Les Troyens has provided the musical public with a treasured opportunity to appreciate one of the great operatic achievements of the nineteenth century.
The Little Opera Company opened its 21st season by championing its own, as it presented the world premiere of Winnipeg composer Neil Weisensel’s Merry Christmas, Stephen Leacock.
Now in its 31st year, the 2016 Christmas Festival at St John’s Smith Square has offered sixteen concerts performed by diverse ensembles, among them: the choirs of King’s College, London and Merton College, Oxford; Christchurch Cathedral Choir, Oxford; The Gesualdo Six; The Cardinall’s Musick; The Tallis Scholars; the choirs of Trinity College and Clare College, Cambridge; Tenebrae; Polyphony and the Orchestra of the Age of the Enlightment.
As 2016 draws to a close, we stand on the cusp of a post-Europe, pre-Trump world. Perhaps we will look back on current times with the nostalgic romanticism of Richard Strauss’s 1911 paean to past glories, comforts and certainties: Der Rosenkavalier.
Ah, Loft Opera. It’s part of the experience to wander down many dark
streets, confused and lost, in a part of Brooklyn you’ve never been. It
is that exclusive—you can’t even find the
Let’s start by getting a couple of gripes out of the way. First, the
final act of Die Walküre does not constitute a full-length
concert, even with a distinguished cast and orchestra, and with animated
drawings fluttering on a giant screen.
When you combine two charismatic New York stage divas with the artistry of Los Angeles Opera, you have a mix that explodes into singing, dancing and an evening of superb entertainment.
Roderick Williams’ and Julius Drake’s English Winter Journey seems such a perfect concept that one wonders why no one had previously thought of compiling a sequence of 24 songs by English composers to mirror, complement and discourse with Schubert’s song-cycle of love and loss.
A historical afternoon at the NTR Saturday Matinee occurred with an epic
concert version of Prokofiev’s Soviet Opera Semyon Kotko.
Opening night at the Metropolitan is a gleeful occasion even when the
composer is long gone, but December 1st was an opening for a living composer who
has been making waves around the world and is, gasp, a woman — the second woman
composer ever to have an opera presented at the Met.
For an opera that has never quite made it over the threshold into the ‘canonical’, the adolescent Mozart’s La finta giardiniera has not done badly of late for productions in the UK. In 2014, Glyndebourne presented Frederic Wake-Walker’s take on the eighteen-year-old’s dramma giocoso. Wake-Walker turned the romantic shenanigans and skirmishes into a debate on the nature of reality, in which the director tore off layers of theatrical artifice in order to answer Auden’s rhetorical question, ‘O tell me the truth about love’.
As the German language describes so beautifully, a “Schrei aus
tiefstem Herzen” was felt as Evelyn Herlitzius channelled an Elektra
from the depths of her soul.
Heading to N.Y.C and D.C. for its annual performances, the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra invited Semyon Bychkov to return for his Mahler debut with the Fifth Symphony. Having recently returned from Vienna with praise for their rendition, the orchestra now presented it at their homebase.
Igor Stravinsky's lost Funeral Song, (Chante funèbre) op 5 conducted by Valery Gergiev at the Mariinsky in St Petersburg This extraordinary performance was infinitely more than an ordinary concert, even for a world premiere of an unknown work.
On Tuesday evening this week, I found myself at The Actors Centre in London’s Covent Garden watching a performance of Unknowing, a dramatization of Schumann’s Frauenliebe und Leben and Dichterliebe (in a translation by David Parry, in which Matthew Monaghan directed a baritone and a soprano as they enacted a narrative of love, life and loss. Two days later at the Wigmore Hall I enjoyed a wonderful performance, reviewed here, by countertenor Philippe Jaroussky with Julien Chauvin’s Le Concert de la Loge, of cantatas by Telemann and J.S. Bach.
26 Jun 2011
Two Boys, ENO
You would have had to be deaf and blind — or perhaps just a very wise
monkey — not to have been aware that a young American composer called
Nico Muhly was about to open at the English National Opera in London last night
with a work called Two Boys.
Since late last year, it seems that the
personable and obviously multi-talented Muhly has been (pardon the allusion)
pushed down our throats from every media-angle, and by too many London hacks
anxious to maintain their street-cred in Twitter-land. This kind of media blitz
is obviously a two-edged sledgehammer: if the show bombs then everybody looks
somewhat foolish, if it achieves critical and/or box-office success (I suspect
the latter in this case) then we’ll probably get bombarded again all too
soon with the next wonder-kid of modern music. Ah well.
At the world premiere of Two Boys last night, (cleverly being
opened here and not at its co-pro alma mater of the Met) you would have been
forgiven for thinking that you had missed the date and wandered into London
Fashion Week. Everyone who had read all the supplements, all the tweets, all
the blogs and listened to the podcasts — or even just came on spec
because everyone else said they should — was there. It was achingly hip.
Never mind — we all want opera extending its audience so why not? It
probably swelled the coffers of the ENO champagne bar.
So how was it? Well, perhaps one should score it in TV Talent Show style and
take it from there:
Story: 6/10, Music: 6/10, Production: 6/10........you get the idea I expect.
Singers? Definitely 8/10, if only for commitment to the work, vocal
characterisation, and damn good acting within the limits of the production.
Craig Lucas has written a libretto that is based on a true news story of
some years ago about two boys, internet chat rooms, assumed identities and
attempted murder and this story — slight as it is in dramatic terms
— worked to a point. What was lacking was any depth of characterisation,
any motivations or emotional developments to give the piece structure. Maybe
that was part of the plan: certainly the waves of music that swirled and pulsed
and counterpointed the long articulated lines of speech/song didn’t
suggest much in the way of dramatic development or journey. Muhly’s work
is difficult to describe; his music is like high-class mood-music, or perhaps
those compositions carefully constructed and “written to picture”
for an expensive nature documentary. It doesn’t challenge the listener,
nor does it repel — but I doubt it delighted or surprised many either.
Susan Bickley and Nicky Spence
The singers were universally good: the core of the story lies with the
investigating police officer played by Susan Bickley (does she ever
disappoint?) who has demons of her own to confront as a stranger in the strange
land of her suspect’s virtual world of net friends. Her diction was
excellent and character well-drawn. That suspect, who we know as
“Brian”, is sung by young tenor Nicky Spence with a tremendous
empathy for this pathetic, unintelligent, bullied young man who’s flashes
of desperate anger at his uncomprehending parents just reinforce his weakness
and lack of self esteem. That excellent work was matched by the amazingly
confident performance of boy treble Joseph Beesley — one just hopes that
the calculated evil inherent in his character doesn’t leave too much of a
shadow. The many supporting roles were equally well presented and sung without
a single unhappy choice — and singers and orchestra (under Rumon Gamba)
seemed well-rehearsed and remarkably slick considering this was a first night
of an entirely new work.
Joseph Beesley and Nicky Spence
On the production side, a few good ideas were made much of but could have
been given more emphasis — the video backdrops of world-wide internet
“chatting” — words repeating, and reappearing, and often
mirroring the actual sung words. Some of the best dramatic moments came with
the chorus spread around and above the stage suggesting the vast numbers of
internet chatters communicating endlessly and pointlessly from their sad
individual bedrooms. The graphic video work was good — but again could
have been so much more; in fact the whole production just felt as if it were
treading far too carefully, too “nicely” and was afraid of
upsetting anyone. All a bit anodyne, in essence. Perhaps they will push the
boat out a bit more for its New York premiere? Somehow, I doubt it.
Six more performances through June and July: see www.eno.org