All good wishes to all of you out there, from me and Diana…
Here is the Christmas card — and I’ll put in an audio link so you can hear it too, in a wheezy computerized version (with apologies for the dysfunctional counterpoint in the middle):
click on the button below to play it!
Very sad to hear of the passing of Elisabeth Söderström, aged 82.
Swedish soprano, un-diva-ish diva, full of fun and laughter, great star of Glyndebourne when I was there in the 1970s. The definitive Countess in Richard Strauss’s Capriccio, sang all three leading female roles in Der Rosenkavalier (once all three on the same night!), pioneering exponent of Janacek (especially Emilia Marty in The Makropulos Case); a very moving Leonore in Beethoven’s Fidelio; also sang Tatyana in Eugene Onegin, Melisande in Debussy’s opera, and many more. Champion of songs and lieder in a surprising number of languages! Her last role on stage was the Countess in Tchaikovsky’s Queen of Spades.
Thank you, Elisabeth, for brightening all our lives.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/11/21/AR2009112102168.html
Wilfred Owen: Anthem for Doomed Youth
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
A very sad announcement from one of my favourite opera companies:
THE GARDEN OPERA COMPANY ANNOUNCEMENT
The Trustees of Greensong Productions, the charity which owns and operates Garden Opera, regret to announce that they have decided that it is no longer financially viable for Garden Opera to continue its operations. Two summers of wet weather in 2007 and 2008, combined with the recession, took a significant toll on our performance bookings for this year. Notwithstanding the reduction in salaries and fees to staff, singers and musicians, for which we thank them, and the generosity of friends and supporters, we are without reserves to sustain the loss suffered in 2008 and the substantial loss now forecast for 2009. With no improvement in sight, we simply cannot afford to carry on and we will now effect an orderly and prompt run-down of our affairs.
The Trustees and Peter Bridges, who has run Garden Opera for the last 14 years, thank everyone who has been associated with the company: all our singers, musicians, directors, costume and set designers, back stage crews and many others; Lucy de Castro, who, as general manager, has so patiently sorted out all conceivable problems over the last seven years; our friends and supporters, particularly those who have helped us with donations; and, of course, our hosts who have been fantastic and without whom there would have been no Garden Opera.
Over the years, Garden Opera has brought a lot of fun and happiness (and good music) to a huge audience across the country and overseas, including a great Barber this summer which was really well-received. Furthermore, through our performances we have helped many of our hosts over the years to raise several hundred thousand pounds for their many different charities.
So, it is with considerable sadness that we bring down the curtain.
However, Peter has informed the Trustees that he would like to have the opportunity to re-establish Garden Opera in a new guise. Should that prove to be possible, they wish him all good fortune.
Ray Miles
Chairman
9 October 2009
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Commiserations to Peter and to Lucy and to all the members of the company past and present, and thanks for some of the greatest operatic experiences ever. Let us hope the phoenix will find a way to rise again.
Any millionaires out there??
More info on their website: http://www.gardenopera.co.uk/
Well! The Royal Opera’s new production of Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde has really set the cat among the pigeons. I couldn’t possibly comment myself, being closely involved with it (I wrote and edited the surtitles).
The critics’ reaction has been generally more than favourable (four or five stars) – the audience’s markedly less so (one seasoned witness said ‘I’ve never heard booing like it in the Opera House’)…
If you really want to see the fur flying, check out Charlotte Higgins’ blog on the Guardian website, and (especially) all the follow-up comments. Most interesting.
Were you there? What did you think? Let me know — add a comment below.
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photo (uncredited) stolen from Charlotte Higgins’s blog
On Friday 11 September, to Garden Opera at Ravenscourt Park, London W6 – the very last performance of their summer-long season, and the only one we could get to!
The weather was kind – not too chilly, and it didn’t rain. The setting was a lovely peaceful enclosed space, disturbed only by the occasional District Line train and the enthusiastic intervention of some local parakeets. Handy tea-shop before the performance, loos rather a long dash in the interval… The audience we presume were mostly local: pretty much a full house, appreciative and animated.
The opera was Rossini’s BARBER OF SEVILLE, in a very simple, slick and extremely funny production by Katharina Wienecke. The action was set in ‘Dr Bartolo’s Circus’, seemingly an odd idea but it worked very well, with Rosina ‘The Singing Bird’ (in a cage, of course) as the star attraction, her disgruntled guardian Dr Bartolo a retired animal-tamer, and Basilio an unlikely magician, forever producing scarves, flowers and magic wands from a variety of orifices. Count Almaviva and Figaro the barber survived relatively unscathed from Rossini’s (or his librettist’s) original conception. Occasional inconsistencies (Dr Bartolo was required to be a physician after all, to match the text of his patter-aria) either didn’t impinge or were turned into sources of comedy. And, as in the best Barber performances, there were moments of (almost) genuine pathos.
The show took forever to get going, partly because of interminable if well-intentioned announcements from a distinguished local worthy (over incessant pre-recorded fairground organ music); then the Overture started as another fairground organ piece, gradually morphing into the ‘live’ orchestra of Peter Bridges and his small but perfectly formed circus band (flute doubling clarinet, trumpet doubling flugelhorn – David Clewlow, no less – plus two violins, cello and the maestro himself on piano). At long last the opera itself began; the first scene (even without the chorus) does seem interminable, but that is Rossini’s fault.
Once the show got up steam, there was no stopping it: the profusion of sight gags, jokes, hilarious dialogue and text (busked up from Amanda and Anthony Holden’s old ENO singing translation, though with some changes, not always for the better?) kept the show bouncing along in high spirits. I particularly enjoyed some of the in-jokes: ‘Somebody’s knocking, who can it be? (The cast’s all here!)’
Despite the exigencies of such a small company, musical standards were extremely high and without compromise: apart from the excision of the chorus and some minor characters, remarkably few cuts were made. As always, the show was double-cast, so I can only comment on the version we saw. I’d guess that some other performances must have been distinctly different!
Alexander Anderson-Hall was Almaviva; though his voice at first sounded unpromising, he could certainly deliver the notes, and he disclosed an unsuspected vein of comedy, especially in his Les-Dawson-inspired ‘granny’ disguise as the singing teacher ‘Donna Alonsa’ in Act II, with her knitting and tin of corned beef.
Figaro was Simon Lobelson, a singer I had not encountered before: a natural communicator with a fine voice and a quick wit, he commanded the stage whenever he was on it (in spivvy black leather, looking disconcertingly like David McVicar).
Serena Kay as Rosina was a delight, wide-eyed and bubbly, evidently having a whale of a time despite her colourful but somehow un-sexy costume. (Mercifully she jettisoned the awful ‘singing bird’ wig at the earliest opportunity.) And she sang some impressive coloratura too.
Bartolo was Adam Miller (who on other nights had been singing Figaro: there’s versatile!) Another fine performer, with splendid diction and a great line in irritated helplessness.
And Deryck Hamon as Don Basilio – last seen as Garden Opera’s Don Pasquale a year ago – was a hoot, all arms and legs and magical surprises despite his lugubrious Scots delivery.
A special mention for Nick Ash, who began the show as an impressively uniformed but hangdog programme seller (and remover of unwanted ladders), and reappeared as the Chief of Police, a pivotal role (the answer to ‘Somebody’s knocking, who can it be?’…) – speaking his few lines instead of singing them, but very effective and funny, especially in his simpering grovel when he learns Count Almaviva’s true identity. He was nowhere mentioned in the programme, apparently because he was booked after they had gone to press (one of the perils of a long season fixed well in advance, I guess). Well done that man!
I haven’t done justice to all the fun and games and the sheer enjoyment of the evening – another triumph for Garden Opera. Long may they continue! Here’s to next season…
Many thanks to Lucy for fixing the tickets, and to Diana for her company again (and the picnic!)
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So… the circus came to town last week, and now it has departed in a cloud of dust and a hail of booing (some of it mine – never done that before!) amid the storms of applause.
Valery Gergiev, the Ossetian wizard, attempted the impossible – all four operas of Wagner’s Der Ring des Nibelungen in four days, with his Mariinsky company from St Petersburg (formerly the Kirov) at the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden.
I can’t really comment on all four, since for two of them I was behind the glass, working. But my friend Diana did come to all four and took me to the other two (thank you, D!) so I got the general idea.
Did Gergiev succeed? No. Over-hyped, over-conducted, mostly beautifully played; under-cast and under-sung, with very few honourable exceptions (it does not bode well for a Götterdämmerung when the loudest applause is for the Alberich); over-designed, over-lit, under-rehearsed; and, above all, under-directed.
This is surely Gergiev’s fault: my feeling is that he doesn’t think anything is important except what he thinks is important, namely his conducting and the fact that he has ‘achieved’ this impossible feat at all. He is quoted in interviews as saying that he wants to get away from the tyranny of the opera director: having evolved his overall concept with designer George Tsypin (master of the enormous stage-cluttering useless object: remember the giant cracked glass bottles in his Theodora from Glyndebourne?), Gergiev proceeded to sack or alienate at least four directors along the way (including Johannes Schaaf – ‘too German’ – and Opera Factory’s brilliant David Freeman).
Finally he has brought in a fifth director, Alexander Zeldin, who has a Russian name but is British and as far as I can tell speaks not much Russian; worst of all, he is only 24. With the best will in the world, nobody aged 24 can have more then the haziest notion of how to direct this Everest of the operatic repertoire, which countless directors, conductors, scholars and analysts have spent whole lifetimes trying to understand.
I fear he is not really a director, but a ‘crisis manager’ and director of traffic, brought in to salvage what is left of previous attempts to make the original concept work. By the time we got to the end of Götterdämmerung, it was impossible to discern any attempt at understanding the piece or the drama, or even listening to the music, for heaven’s sake. Of all composers, Wagner tells you in every bar precisely what is going on, dramatically and emotionally; just open your ears and listen (and read his stage directions!). And please, try sitting out front and reading the surtitles, and then you will understand why the audience sniggered at things that were clearly in the text but were not happening on stage. Ho hum.
Gergiev’s original concept was a fascinating one: finding parallels between the Nordic myths that Wagner drew on and his own native Ossetian Nart sagas, he gets Tsypin to fill the stage with 30-foot effigies of Nart gods, and tries to get away from conventional Teutonic readings of the cycle by finding links with other mythologies. Well yes, fine. But (as my boss, Judi Palmer, said) it might have been a nice concept if anyone had done anything with it. There were interesting ideas, such as making the ‘gold’ and the ‘Rhine’ out of shimmering masses of actors’ bodies; but these ideas were not thought through or related to Wagner’s text, so failed to take off.
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Hey fellas! Less than two years after launching this website, I see I have now had over 20,000 hits — despite having rather ground to a halt over the last few months.
Many thanks to all of you for dropping by. There will be new things coming when I have time to get my breath back and get my act together!
Meanwhile, best wishes to everyone for a happy summer.
Jonathan
Greetings from Wales, where I am ensconced with the BBC putting several thousand subtitles on the broadcast items for the CARDIFF SINGER OF THE WORLD Competition, 2009, coming from St David’s Hall in Cardiff. Very exciting contest, some terrific singing and wonderful music. A great privilege to be part of it.
For me, the fruits of several weeks’ hard work (slotted in between all the other things I have been doing lately!) commissioning and preparing the subtitle translations and editing the titles.
Halfway through the week at the moment, Round 4 (out of 5) this evening… The Rosenblatt Song Prize Final (a separate competition) is on Friday, the main Final on Sunday. Day-to-day coverage on BBC4, BBC Wales and Radio 3; Sunday’s Final is broadcast on BBC2 at 5.30 – don’t miss it!
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