TOP 5: reasons we loved 2007

OPERA in AMERICA is “A candid discussion of all things opera, music and the other finest things in life.” The time has come to take a moment and remember the best (and most ridicules) events in American Opera in the year 2007.

5. Joyce DiDonato: American Beauty’s return

This year was the breakout of a diva true that a quality aficionado has been following for some time. Joyce DiDonato arrived at the center of the scene as Rosina in The Metropolitan Opera’s Il barbiere di Siviglia, she was awarded the Beverly Sills Award, and the prestigious cover of Opera News (the coveted diva issue at that). DiDonato is singing all of the best, and most challenging repertoire – Octavian in Der Rosenkavalier, Cenerentola and Cendrillon – and doing to great acclaim.

I first learned of the Mezzo with a Paris Barbiere, set in Moorish Seville and it was just wonderful. She is now performing at all of the world’s top houses and brining them down too. This is the sort of singer who makes Americans proud…intelligent, talented, skilled kind and beautiful, Joyce DiDonato’s broke out this year; it’s about time.

4. Peter Gelb: The Great Satan

Gelb is one of the two reasons we loved 2007 for something negative. OPERA in AMERICA feels that he has a sick mind and we love that the Metropolitan Opera has given us someone to hate.

Gelb appeared on the shit list after his negative comments about Joe Volpe (who I think rocks) and his discrimination against Ruth Ann Swenson, despite her triumphs at the house as Cleopatra and Marguerite. We love to hate Peter Gelb, the Great Satan and we can’t wait until he leaves the Metropolitan Opera House.

3. Die Agyptische Helena at the Metropolitan Opera

Will I ever hear such a performance again? I seriously doubt it, so I am glad to have made the trip last March to hear Strauss’ rarity in New York. Deborah Voigt proved herself the heir to Leonie Rysanek and the composer’s dramatic repertoire from the moment she took the stage. “Zweite Brautnacht” was erotic and magical, and she spun out the lyrical lines of the scene with a silver tone not usually heard. Voigt’s performance is the sort that will go down in history as one of the greats. The diva truly deserves her throne as today’s finest dramatic soprano.

Jill Grove’s Omniscient Sea-Shell was unbelievably great. She hit every note; from the contralto bottom to the top of the staff. This was another woman who showed that she is the finest in the fach. Grove is in a class of her own in the German Mezzo Repertoire.

Finally the Aithra of Diana Demrau was the toast of New York. Her large bright coloratura soared over the thick orchestra of Strauss’s score. She gracefully etched the difficult part and showed that she was the premier Struassian Coloratura.

The Met’s Helena was just incredible. The house brought together a Strauss Trinity of the finest caliber. A finer cast couldn’t have been created.

2. Neruda Songs

The recording of the late Lorraine Hunt-Lieberson singing her husband Peter Lieberson’s Neruda Songs (a cycle for Soprano and Orchestra) was a love letter saying goodbye to her fans. Hitting the shelves in January the piece was just stunning.

If only music could all sound like this. Peter Lieberson created something classic…for me Neruda Songs will be the same as Knoxville: Summer of 1915 and will become an American Classic.

Lorraine Hunt sings the music with passion and every word is colored perfectly. We will miss Hunt-Lieberson, but we will never forget her.

1. The Alagnas

She is awful. He is ridicules. One is off pitch, the other is a bitch. One got booed by Italians, the other got fired by one.

In one year Roberto got booed off stage, then needed his wife at his side. While she was standing in the wings of the Metropolitan Opera, she skipped out on her Chicago Mimi and was dismissed from the production, which was directed by Renata Scotto. They should be humiliated after this year. When the Met Opera Shop gave –for free, I’ll never pay for her music – me this CD called “Angela Gheorghiu - A Portrait” and it turned out to be a twenty-five minute interview filled with self praise (together with praise from Carol Neblett) over her less than perfect singing. I threw it away.

The Alagans made 2007 something to laugh at.

IN REVIEW: Chicago Lyric Opera - Die Frau ohne Schatten

Die Frau ohne Schatten
Richard Strauss



CAST:
Empress: Deborah Voigt
Dyer's Wife: Christine Brewer
Emperor: Robert Dean Smith
Barak: Franz Hawlata
Nurse: Jill Grove (illness: Sub unknown good singer)
Spirit Messenger: Quinn Kelsey
Voice of the Falcon: Stacey Tappan
Hunchbacked Brother: John Easterlin
One-Eyed Brother: Daniel Sutin
One-Armed Brother: Andrew Funk
PRODUCTION TEAM:
Conductor: Sir Andrew Davis
Director: Paul Curran
Designer: Kevin Knight
Lighting Designer: David Jacques
Chorus Master: Donald Nally
Ballet Mistress: August Tye

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS (November 30, 2007) – Upon my arrival in the Civic Theater I was disappointed. The man who soled my ticket seemed unwilling to help me. I got the feeling it was because I was a young black man in jeans, however I am not sure. I asked him several times where the best place to sit acoustically was. He continued to ask how much I was willing to spend…and didn’t seem to notice that money wasn’t a particular concern. I have seats in the third row, orchestra….that was too close, this man was an idiot, and must never have gone to the opera. More likely he thought that I had never been. This house was off to a bad start.

When I finally took my seat (far away and much more expensive than the Metropolitan) a man stepped out from behind the curtain. He announced that Jill Grove was ill and would replaced by another mezzo, whose name I didn’t know. The girl was alright, though she wasn’t the Strauss mezzo Goddess that Grove is, and she sang the roll of the Nurse well enough. Franz Hawlata, the baritone who performed Barak was also ill, and the gentleman asked the audience’s indulgence.

This work has a reputation as being one of the most difficult to stage pieces in operatic history. Complete with spiritual forces, Gods, and multiple dimensional realms setting this opera in a relevant way is a challenge. Robert Dean Smith was a wonderful Emperor, with sufficient vocal power to compete the roll well and I liked someone other than the women for once.

From the moment the empress appeared onstage director Paul Curran failed to establish the Freudian motives of the characters. Deborah Voigt’s playful and somewhat childish Empress sounded wonderful, a perfect roll for the diva vocally. She was a little too childish for my taste, and I didn’t find her alluring enough. After a night in bed with the empower she didn’t seem like she had just woken up from….a romp.

The Dyer’s Wife seemed less complex and sophisticated than Hofmannsthal intended. Like the Empress, she didn’t seem in touch with the sexual love the woman needed…so central to the character.

The set worked well, and the company employed a clever use of ballet to explain the visions many of the characters have. Occasionally there was too much going on in the sparse setting…crazy men hanging from cables, it was all very Cirque du Soleil and I am not a fan. When the emperor flew in on a plastic horse, following the Falcon (great young singer) who flew in a cube surrounded by florescent tube lighting people laughed…so did I. It was very Studio 54, in an opera that other than that was fairly pretty. The laughing continued as the Emperor tried to climb back onto the stallion and it shook and leaned from side to side.

Robert Dean Smith kept it together through all of these challenges…and seemed to care very much about the Empress. The Barak of Franz Hawlata was also very wonderful and his love for his wife was understood…though his desire for her only in a sexual and unemotional way wasn’t clear. Director Paul Curran’s biggest mistake was making the men so complete that women seemed like bitches: He didn’t understand Strauss’ stories, where the only important characters are women which are either power-hungry and needing to be put back in place, or needing the love they deserve from their husbands.

Christine Brewer’s voice was stunning. At times I wondered if the Dyer’s Wife and the Empress should have been switched? I guess not, but it could have been interesting. Brewer and Voigt were very naturally the highlights of the evening, Robert Dean Smith’s Emperor was very impressive as well. Other notable were that of baritone Franz Hawlata, I would love to have heard him in better health and the Falcon Stacey Tappan sounded wonderful in the high flying passages.

Sir Andrew Davis led the orchestra. They, per their usual, sounded very bright…annoyingly bright even. The strings tripped over each other in some of the more challenging passages. Growing up with the Cincinnati Symphony (who play in residence) at the Cincinnati Opera’s Summer Festival I have grown to expect a world class orchestra in the pit when I hear opera. Metropolitan is a part of this tradition (fellow Cincinnatian James Levin leading them) and I am always satisfied. Chicago’s orchestra was in that opera class, and didn’t hold up to a quality symphony or philharmonic.

Chicago’s Frau was a vehicle for some wonderful singing, but fell sort of my expectations for the piece.