Showing posts with label Cincinnati. Show all posts
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Friday, December 19, 2008

IN REVIEW: Cincinnati Opera – Lucia di Lammermoor


Cast/Production Team
Lucia: Sarah Coburn
Edgardo: Mark T. Panuccio
Arturo: John McVeigh
Raimondo: Alain Coulombe
Gilbert: Jeremy Cady
Conductor: Jean-Marie Zeitouni
Stage Director: Mark Streshinsky 

Scenic Designer: John Conklin
Costume Designer: Catherine Zuber
Lighting Designer: Thomas C. Hase
Choreographer: Devon Carney 

Chorus Master: Henri Venanzi 


CINCINNATI – (June 26 & 28, 2008) This was the sort of production that left much to be desired. Cincinnati’s Lucia (performed in Donizetti’s French language Paris revision) was strange to say the least.

As the evening began, a small voiced Jeremy Cady started the action – but he was covered by chorus and was nearly inaudible. Conductor Jean-Marie Zeitouni led the Cincinnati Symphony in some good “om-pa-paing”.

Some good singing came from Gaétan Laperrière. The French Baritone had an interesting and large voice and proved to be a fine Enrico. His “Cruda funesta smania”, I couldn’t tell you the title in French, was quite good. He negotiated the Bel Canto hurdles well even if there wasn’t much ornamentation. His acting was acceptable.

Another strange part of the evening was tenor Mark T. Panuccio. This was a strikingly uneven performance. The nasal vowels often became annoying, but this is more the fault of Cincinnati Opera’s leadership for programming the French version than the tenor himself. Panuccio’s Edgardo started off weakly, in voice and manner. Panuccio often stands with his arms hanging to his sides, looking rather tragic and weak. Perhaps he finds Edgardo to be a weak character – but in fact this is warrior and should never look like someone who would be a target for mugging. When he killed himself, people laughed out loud…but I’ll get back to that.

A bright spot in the evening was Sarah Coburn. The lyric coloratura’s Lucia was excellent. Again, the French version left things to be desired, this time it was the absence of “Regnava nel silenzio”. This change suited Coburn, who may not have had the vocal dramatic chops to have excelled in the aria. The alternate aria was lighter and higher than the original, however it was still inferior to the original. Even while it worked to her advantage, it wasn’t as thrilling as Lucia’s usual opening aria.

Coburn’s mad scene was very unique – the acting almost always of a high quality. The flute cadenza was longer than most. They added a review of almost every aria, duet or other tune which Coburn had performed in the evening, but it never became annoying. Her final cabeletta in the scene was a little annoying, but still thrilling because of the clean beauty of her voice.

The production was what left the most to be desired. It was more or less a series of ramps. The set was stark, with suggested period clothing. Women draped in red and men in Black always carrying crossbows. The angular platforms that dominated the stage were also dark. Everything was dark.

The production consistently employed the use of dancers who pretended to be a pair of deer. This was stupid and distracting. It often provoked laughs and maybe even a few boos from the audience. This stupid production became rather campy with touches like this and the flower petals used to represent blood. In fact, when Edgardo (Panuccio) stabbed himself and clumsily threw a handful of red petals I heard cackels and hisses from the balconies. The fight scene was pitiful.

My general feeling is that this production didn’t work well in a house the size of Music Hall. Cincinnati’s opera house is comparable in size to the largest in the world. What works well at Glimmerglass doesn’t work so well at the Metropolitan or the Cincinnati Opera.

In conclusion, this opera left much to be desired. It lacked the sophistication of the grand presentations Cincinnati Opera has staged in the past. Perhaps the Cincinnati Opera’s leadership believes (as many opera goers used to) that Lucia is simply a showpiece for a soprano. It is not. It requires attention to dramatic detail and sophistication. Last season the Metropolitan showed the world that it was possible to make it into a riveting piece of music drama, perhaps Cincinnati should take note.

Friday, May 30, 2008

IN REVIEW: May Festival – La Forza del Destino

CAST:
Leonora: Angela Brown
Don Alvaro: Salvatore Licitra
Don Carlo di Vargas: Marcco Caria
Preziosilla: Catherine Keen
Curra: Ellie Dehn
Padre Guardiano: Morris Robinson
Fra Melitone: Earle Patriaco
The Marquis of Calatrava: Darren Stokes
Maestro Trabuco: Rodrick Dixon

CINCINNATI – (May 12, 2008) Each May for a few weeks Cincinnati’s musical scene becomes just as important to the world of classical music as the happenings at Lincoln Center or any of the Opera houses of Europe. The Cincinnati May Festival has consistently provided world class performers by the to singers. Thomas Schippers, Leontyne Price, Birgit Nilsson and so many of the greatest contributors to the art of music have appeared in my home town’s Music Hall since the house’s construction in 1878.

Last year festival music director James Levine promised to present Italian Opera (as they had done in the old days) in a concert version. Sondra Radvanovsky sang Leonora in Il Trovatore and broke everyone’s hear with her “D'amor sull'ali rosee”. This year another great opera who’s herion was called Leonora was presented. This was Verdi’s massive La Forza del Destino.

As the evening began James Conlon took the podium with a microphone and explained the opera and his opinions of it. This is a practice I hate. For a director, conductor or impresario to subject the audience to a restatement of the program notes is ridicules. What was even more ridicules was his choice to point out the fact that people find this story silly. It planted a seed in my mind about how stupid everything was…making the drama of the night only a vehicle for the music. Then again, it’s Verdi so maybe this is the point.

Indeed, the story is far to convoluted for me to recount here. I will focus on individual arias and performances. Angela Brown once more shined in a new spinto role. She used a score for much of the evening, but even over this crutch she was the finest singer on the stage. I would rank her performance among the greatest (Arroyo and Price) in the history of the part. Her opening aria, “Me pellegrina ed orfana” was good, but it was clear that the voice was still warming up and would shine more later. Her reading of “Madre, pietosa Vergine" couldn’t have been better. She sang it with power and grace just as Leonora should be. At the end of Act II her “La Vergine degli angeli” joined by Morris Robinson and the men of the May Festival Chorus was one of best things I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing. Of course, when she sang "Pace, pace mio Dio!" the house broke into applause in bravos. She was truly wonderful.

Bass Morris Robinson who has appeared in Cincinnati several times over the past few years was on par with Brown in every way. I was surprised at how beautiful the bass’ voice was in the higher register. I think of him as a basso profoundo and expected him to had a rumbling wobbly sound. In fact what he did was to sing the higher parts of the role with a lyric intensity worthy of the greatest Bel Canto singers of the past. Of course, Robinson’s stage presence was great.

The biggest disappointment of the evening was Salvatore Licitra. For all of the talk about the tenor, I’ve heard him on two occasions and I’ve been quite disgusted both times. At one point I even though I heard hissing from the lowest balcony after he sang some rather crude high note. What was true this evening was also true of his Ballo at the Metropolitan Opera. A comment from Will on a past blog said it better than I could, “I'm hoping that Licitra isn't one of those singers who will go from very promising to past prime but respectable without ever having the great years he should have. I've found his singing disturbingly uneven and sometimes even downright crude recently.” The tenor should have stayed home and let someone with talent take the stage.

On the other hand, James Conlon cast at least one amazing surprise this evening. Unknown to me was the young Verdi Baritone Marcco Caria performed the role of Don Carlo di Vargas. Caria was very good. The difficult role was tackeld by him well. "Son Pereda son ricco d'onore" was execelent. I think he will grow into one of the finest singers of the future.

Rodrick Dixon was disappointing. He just always seems aloof. I don’t know why else he was bad. He just was. But, Baritone Earle Patriaco was a fine actor and the voice was enjoyable as well. Catherine Keen had a fine voice, but it was too small for so large a role in so large a house.

The real star of the evening was the May Festival Chorus. They were amazing always. The Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra led by Maestro Conlon and he led them well.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Isolde’s Liebestod…just without Isolde.

Understanding (or trying to) orchestras who don’t use singers for Wagner’s Opera



This evening as I drove back into the city from dinner with friends about an hour away, I heard something extraordinary. It was the Liebestod, and I’d never heard an orchestra play it so well before. James Levine led the Metropolitan Opera Orchestra in a concert version.

I was very upset however that they did they didn’t have a singer at all. I hate this practice, and so I had to take the place of some dramatic soprano. I must say I do as well as many of the so called Wagnerians currently working. It seemed odd to me that they made this choice, to leave out a soprano.

For all the mud I sling – as I just did – about the current dramatic bunch, I really do believe there are some incredible voices which are suited to the challenges of this work. Christine Brewer, Debroah Voigt, Nina Stemme just to name a few of the wonderful voices…and this was James Levine after all. Waltrud Meier is doing it in Milan this very week. The excuse that there are “simply no voices around for it” is just stupid.

Is it possible that some of these people who go to the symphony are not willing to pay to hear a singer like they would a violinist or pianist? I don’t think so: a few years ago when Debroah Voigt and Ben Heppner came to sing a concert version of Tristan in Cincinnati the place was packed…all four thousand seats (yes our opera house is bigger than Chicago’s) sold out. Jeanine Jansen – the world class violinist – played the Tchaikovsky Concerto the same year, and only about three thousand showed up.

My own home town orchestra, the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra plays very wonderfully…but they rarely have great singer come during the normal season. Matthias Gorne appeared a few years ago, and they play an annual festival of nothing but operatic and choral music, but as a general rule Cincinnati’s Orchestra – like any other medium sized city – gives us very few concerts with the great singers.

Where are they then? Well, looking at the schedules of any of the fine singers I have mentioned, you will find them performing often in Europe or New York, but they rarely come outside of Manhattan to share their voices with the world. It’s a shame that I have to go so far to see a great singer.

If opera is to survive as an art form, the great singers have to end the monopoly that the Metropolitan, La Scala, Covent Garden, and Staatsoper have established (splitting the rest of their time between Chicago, San Francisco and such places). They have to make sure that people know that Liebestod with an Isolde is better than without.

It bothers me however, that that singers often show up in Cincinnati (because the reputation of our kindly nature, and enthusiasm) to try a role out a new roll, or espically after some sort of trauma. That same Voigt/Heppner Concert was her first outing after the surgery and it was his first appearance after a crisis of vocal health. We loved them! We were honored to have them and the city was proud that they had been a part of our illustrious musical history …it is after all as fine as that of New York, but just not as hot right now.

Birgit Nilsson, Placido Domingo, Leonie Rysanek, Jussi Bjorling, James Levine, Martina Arroyo, Leontyne Price…even Richard Strauss have all been at Cincinnati multiple times and even have been regulars (okay not Strauss, he just came twice). It’s a shame that today we have to work so hard (and pay so much) to have this sort of talent come, unless they want us to stoke their ego after they get their nodules removed.

Someone once said, “there is nothing better than great Shakespeare, and nothing worse than bad either.” The same is true of Wagner, and until the singers decide they are going to do it in places like Cincinnati more often, it just will be done with an orchestra. James Levine has no excuse to have done this without Isolde…but unfortunately most conductors do.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

"...a seed was planted..."

I was raised in a truly horrendous time for music. The breakout stars of my childhood were Kirk Cobain, the Spice Girls, NSync...need I really say more? What a shame it was the many of the children my own age knew little of Mr. von Beethoven, much less Richard Strauss.

I was very odd, I think from the time of my birth. I remember arguing in first grade with my best friend about the merit of the orchestra as opposed to the rock & roll band. You see, this friend had grown up with his father’s taste, Pink Floyd and so on. I was exploring the mystery of Haydn’s Creation and its opening moments, Die Vorstellung des Chaos (The Representation of Chaos) as God simply willed the universe into existence. I think he must also have willed into me an interest in this frustratingly complex and yet wonderful art known as music.

I remember the moment that I became transfixed by singing. It was Mahler’s 8th Symphony, the "Symphony of a Thousand" in Cincinnati’s hallowed opera house, Music Hall. May had come, and in a tradition as old as the city the Cincinnati Symphony played four concerts of choral works. It is known as the May Festival and it is a celebration of everything about the city and its German lineage.

I truly wish that I knew who the singers were that Saturday night; they were almost all large women. One white, one black and an Asian contralto… come to think of it, that alone is extraordinary…and various men, but I don’t remember much about them. It was one of those performances where two sopranos of the same fach battle it out to see who’s voice is bigger and more stand out….the result was some wonderful singing. I should also not that the Asian contralto took the cake.

That evening, as Mahler’s harmonies washed over the audience and their plush velvet seats, a seed was planted in my sole. As I grew I found myself drawn to be a part of the community of those who have fallen in love with opera. a rare breed we are…but our passion is so great.