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.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
RIP Rita Gorr
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):
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):
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Sorcery is Pungent Business
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.)
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."
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 arebig 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.)
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.
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.
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Courtesy JeremyJMoore.com |
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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
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Courtesy KirkDougherty.com |
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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.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Chaos! Confusion! Madness! Delusion!
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David Daniels Courtesy Danielssings.com |
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Elliot Madore Courtesy CAMI |
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Luca Pisaroni with soprano Layla Claire Photo: Ken Howard/Metropolitan Opera |
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.
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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.
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.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Another shameless bit of self-promotion
Opera Manhattan Presents Women on the Verge
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.
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Roza Tulyaganova, soprano |
"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.
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.
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.
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