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January 2025: Sounds, Remembrances, Reminders

“Die Zeit, die ist ein sonderbar Ding,” ponders Die Marschallin early in Strauss’s Der Rosenkavalier; indeed time and its passage are phenomena keenly felt by a great many these first four weeks of 2025. Time can sometimes pass too quickly, a cause for alarm (“Manchmal hör’ ich sie fliessen – unaufhaltsam”); time can also slow to a snail’s pace, a water’s drop, a faucet that only pours tepid. “Welcome to the 87th day of January!” one contact wryly wrote in a recent note. The experience of live art and music –opera – underlines the feeling of time speeding up, slowing down, or stopping altogether, whether through thoughtful engagement or immediacy, via sheer beauty and wonder, the use of escapism, or sometimes, rarely, all of these elements combined.

Few artists excelled that integration so clearly the way Otto Schenk did. The famed theatre artist passed away on January 9th at the age of 94. Schenk led and acted in numerous opera presentations throughout Europe and North America throughout the 1960s, 70s, 80s, and 90s, appearing in the annual “Jedermann” presentations in Salzburg and staging Wagner’s Ring Cycle with a literalist approach (including Viking-style regalia), a presentation remembered and revered by a great many. As writer Ed Pilkington noted in a 2009 article in The Guardian, “Met regulars have come to adore the production almost as much as the opera.” For many, that Ring Cycle was the absolute embodiment of Wagnerian Gesamtkunstwerk, and provided a memorable introduction to  – and resultant lifelong immersion in – Valhalla.

My mother, a diehard devotee of Italian opera, was one of those entranced fans, and she saw this production at The Met in 1990. (I was off seeing a very unusual off-Broadway production of Hamlet, natch.)

Schenk’s overall directorial oeuvre captured an epoch in opera that still largely colours mainstream perceptions of the art form, and I find it striking and quite profound that his passing came on the same day as what would have been opera impresario Rudolf Bing’s birthday (9 January). Bayerische Staatsoper in Munich hosted ten different Schenk productions, including his much-vaunted Das Rosenkavalier, last performed there in 2021. Dramaturg Malte Krasting has written a lovely tribute, describing Shenk as having “lived the theatre like no other.” (Zum Tod von Otto Schenk, Bayerische Staatsoper 10 January 2025) Wiener Staatsoper opened its online archive to the many productions Schenk did with them (L’elisir d’amore; Fidelio; Das Rosenkavalier; Andrea Chenier; Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg; Das Schlaue Füchslein; Die Fledermaus) – enjoy free access now until Friday (31 January).

A divisive new production of Die frau ohne Schatten opened at Deutsche Oper Berlin earlier this week. Featuring Clay Hilley and David Butt Philip sharing the role of The Emperor, Daniela Köhler as The Empress, Jordan Shanahan as Barak, Catherine Foster as Barak’s wife, and Marina Prudenskaya as The Nurse, Strauss’s heavily symbolic work (with libretto by Hugo von Hofmannsthal) feels, more and more through the passage of that old bugbear time, like some Rorschach Test of conscious and/or unconscious notions of sexual politics and the privilege therein (not unlike Don Giovanni) – though I wonder if that’s also what Strauss/Hofmannsthal might have actually intended.  FT‘s Shirley Apthorp criticized the lack of political stance and specifically the lack of feminist approach by director Tobias Kratzer, while Radio3‘s Andreas Göbel says Kratzer’s ignoring the fairytale elements renders his approach insufficient for the opera’s considerable (four-hour-plus) running time; Concerti‘s Roland H. Dippel writes that Kratzer’s direction smartly highlights “emotional details of characters caught up in their walls of conflict.” (Backstage Classical has a good collection of other reviews, complete with quotes and links.) Albrecht Selge offers a poetic analysis in VAN Musik, cleverly tying Berlin’s recent budget cuts (specifically to its opera houses) with thoughtful observations on the respective presentations of humour , hurt, and human warmth used in Kratzer’s presentation. (“Stofftier, aus dem die Träume sind“, VAN Musik, 28 January 2025) FroSch is conducted by outgoing General Music Director Donald Runnicles and runs through 11 February.

Morgiane, ou, Le Sultan d’Ispahan by 19th century composer Edmond Dédé is finally (finally!) receiving its world premiere early next month, courtesy of Opera Lafayette in partnership with OperaCréole . The work, considered to be the earliest surviving opera by a Black American composer, is based on the story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves; it will make its world premiere on Monday (3 February) at Lincoln Theatre in Washington before moving on to presentations in New York on Wednesday (at Rose Theater, Lincoln Center), and Maryland on Friday. Patrick Dupre Quigley, artistic director designate of the Washington-based Opera Lafayette (who is leading the work on its tour) commented earlier this week to San Francisco Classical Voice that the opera is “the most important piece of American music that no one has ever heard.” (“Bringing Morgiane, the first African American opera, back to life“, Katelyn Simone, San Francisco Classical Voice, 27 January 2025)

Still with streaming: Opera Vision recently hosted a broadcast of the 2000 opera Judith by Frano Parać from Croatian National Theatre. Based on the biblical tale of Judith and her murder of the general Holofernes in order to save her people, the new, recent Judith presentation marked the 500th anniversary of the death of Marko Marulić, considered the father of Croatian literature and author of Judita, the first literary epic in Croatian language published in 1521. The production was helmed by Snježana Banović with musical direction by Opera choirmaster Ivan Josip Skender; it can be streamed now through 17 July 2025.

Rundfunk Sinfonieorchester Berlin presented a programme of moving works to mark International Holocaust Remembrance Day on Monday (27 January); it included the premiere of a work by composer Berthold Tuercke. “Aus Geigen Stimmen” incorporated instruments from Violins of Hope, an historic collection comprised of stringed instruments whose owners were murdered in the Holocaust. The piece itself interweaves solos for the instruments with choral writing (performed by RIAS Kammerchor) and spoken texts that mix Yiddish songs, poetry, and first-person accounts from the time. Monday’s concert at the Philharmonie also featured Gideon Klein’s Partita for string orchestra, created in the Theresienstadt ghetto by Klein just nine days before his deportation to Auschwitz in the mid 1940s, and an orchestral arrangement of String Quartet No. 5 by Mieczysław Weinberg, who, at the time of the work’s composition in 1945, had no idea his family had been murdered at Treblinka. Amidst the darkness of this programme there is a ferocious and very palpable will to live laced deeply within each work. (“Violins of Hope: Konzert zum 80. Jahrestag der Befreiung des KZ Auschwitz“, Deutschlandfunk Kultur, 27 January 2025)

That sense of “Lebenswille” is also woven in Exile (Alpha Classics), a new album of works by (mostly) exiled composers released earlier this week. Featuring violinist Patricia Kopatchinskaja and cellist Thomas Kaufmann together with Camerata Bern, the thirteen-track album deftly mixes various sounds and cultures through stellar interpretations of works by Schnittke, Schubert, Ysaÿe, Andrzej Panufnik, and Ivan Wyschnegradsky that explore notions of distance, separation, identity, and isolation. Its opening track, “Kugikly for Violin and Ukrainian and Russian Panpipe” is both a dance (complete with zesty shouts) and a kind of a manic dirge, and, like the entire album, a needed symbol of hope.

 

What’s the connection between video games and opera?  The ties run deeper than one might assume; they were examined with fascinating clarity recently by writer/translator Angelica Frey at JSTOR. Using quotes from music writer Tim Summers’ intriguing “Opera Scenes in Video Games: Hitmen, Divas and Wagner’s Werewolves” (published in Cambridge Opera Journal in 2017) Frey traces the ties between the two forms back to 1994, when the game Final Fantasy VI revolved around a would-be abduction of an opera star (“Maria” – who could it be?). Using contemporary references, Frey writes that “In a way, both Assassin’s Creed and Hitman challenge the assumed highbrow status of opera and the assumed lowbrow status of gaming, suggesting a more complex and compatible negotiated relationship through their fusion in the game worlds.”  (“Why Are Video Games So Fond of Opera?”, Angelica Frey, JSTOR Daily 21 January 2025)

Still with JSTOR, a timely little bit of history examining the relationship between humour and fascism in mid-20th-century Italy. Wait, there’s a relationship at all? Why yes – and sometimes it isn’t very funny, or maybe it is, but not in that funny-haha way. As Livia Gershon notes, “Journalist Leo Longanesi is said to have invented the slogan “Mussolini is always right” as a joke only to have it adopted by the regime while Longanesi moved into creating Fascist propaganda.” Hmmm… plus ça change? (“Laughing With the Fascists“, Livia Gershon, JSTOR Daily, 3 January 2025).

Relatedly, and finally: the fascinating history of Carl von Ossietzky, an influential German journalist especially active in the early 1930s. He received the 1935 Nobel Peace Prize for reports that exposed the clandestine operations of the German government in violating the Treaty of Versailles with rearmament. Those exposes landed him in a concentration camp more than once and he endured torture – as well as carefully orchestrated tours for American press. Writer Kate McQueen traces the prison meeting between Ossietzsky and Hearst Press Group correspondent Hubert Renfro Knickerbocker in detail; she also outlines the related histories of his family and colleagues, the questions that surrounded his receiving the Nobel (the ceremony for which the Norwegian royal family chose not to attend), and his tragic death from tuberculosis after five years of imprisonment, in 1938. As McQueen notes, “Ossietzsky’s articles were those of an advocate for a fledgling democracy stretched to the breaking point by increasingly radical political factions. He didn’t want the young republic to die on his watch.” (“The Good Traitor: The Journalist Who The Nazis Could Not Silence“, Kate McQueen, The Atavist November 2024).

Until next month: take deep breaths in cold air, drink hot tea in silence, read poetry, and say the word “hoffnung” – out loud, to yourself; often.

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November Reading List: Money, Morals, Curiosity, & Remembrance

Amidst waterfalls of bad news, a busy personal work schedule, poor health, and crushingly low moods, this autumn has often felt like a very long swim uphill, through maple syrup, in the dark. Music helps, of course, but sometimes so do people, or more specifically, the energy of meaningful exchanges. Sometimes those conversations lead to new discoveries, for one or both parties, cultural or otherwise; sometimes they can also trigger rediscoveries.

Lately I have been diving into my mother’s extensive vinyl collection, specifically the recordings of various Puccini operas. 2024 marks 100 years since the composer’s passing, and a number of organizations have been marking the occasion, including Teatro Alla Scala, Opera Australia, and the Pacific Music Festival. In a list for Gramophone in early October, music writer Mark Pullinger names ten defining moments within Puccini’s operatic presentation history and includes now-famous broadcasts and productions, some of which sit in my  vinyl collection (including the famous Maria Callas/Tosca, natch). This week, amidst grading and emails, I found myself stopping to marvel anew at Luciano Pavarotti’s “Che gelida manina”, from the famous Karajan-led recording of La bohème done at Jesus-Christus-Kirche, Berlin in 1972 and also featuring Mirella Freni as Mimi. Whew.

 

Puccini wonderment aside, this is woefully late list of things to read, watch, ponder. More is coming soon, including many fascinating interviews for 2025. Until then:

Nominations for the 67th annual GRAMMY® Awards were announced on November 8th; among the nominees is Deutsche Grammophon recording of Adriana Mater by Kaija Saariaho, released earlier this year. The Esa-Pekka Salonen-led recording featuring the San Francisco Symphony received two nominations, Best Opera Recording and Best Contemporary Classical Composition; I interviewed the opera’s leads (Fleur Barron, who sings the titular Adriana and Axelle Fanyo as Adriana’s sister Refka) earlier this autumn. The awards will be handed out February 2nd in Los Angeles.

Adriana Mater, San Francisco Symphony, Peter Sellars, Esa-Pekka Salonen, Kaija Saariaho, music, classical, drama, theatre, Fleur Barron

Fleur Barron in the 2023 San Francisco Symphony presentation of Adriana Mater by Kaija Saariaho. Photo: Brittany Hosea-Small

English National Opera (ENO) recently announced programming for their new locale in Manchester. Einstein on the Beach by Philip Glass and an in-concert performance of Mozart’s Cosi fan tutte are part of the lineup, which errs heavily to new(ish) work. Music writer Richard Bratby salutes the company’s ambition but still has some (rather convincing) reservations. (“English National Opera’s Manchester plan shows flair but it’s still a mess“, The Times, 21 November). He highlights a vital point amidst ENO’s many challenges and its recent move, namely “how does Opera North fit into this brave new world where ENO rules the roost in Manchester? Or does it?” Indeed.

Some of the other points Bratby raises highlight the findings of a recent report by Opera America about newcomers to opera. The study, conducted between 2020 and 2024, surveyed 11,000 attendees across 36 various-sized companies in the United States. It turns out (well well, shock shock) newcomers mostly come for the tried-and-true operas of yore (i.e. the Aidas, Carmens, Traviatas) and that, quite encouragingly, they’ve investigated what they’re about to see a little bit beforehand; what mostly prevents a return is ticket prices. (“Understanding Opera’s New Audiences“, Opera America, 21 November).

A report released earlier this month from the UK-based Sutton Trust pinpoints class as a prime reason for lack of representation in the arts. Among the many suggestions for creating greater equity within the cultural world: banning unpaid internships lasting more than four weeks. HUZZAH. (“Young working-class people being ‘blocked’ from creative industries, study finds“, Nadia Khomani, The Guardian, 13 November)

Kosky, director, Komische Oper Berlin, portrait, Intendant, Berlin

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Budget cuts to Berlin’s vibrant arts scene have recently been announced. Among the most dramatic: the planned renovation of Komische Oper Berlin’s historic Behrenstrasse theatre has been put on hold for two years (supposedly), after various levels of government – namely Senator for Culture Joe Chialo and Mayor Kai Wegner – had made assurances that very thing would not happen. Former Intendant Barrie Kosky wrote a passionate open letter in Tagesspiegel underlining the theatre’s significant Jewish history. Current KOB Managing Director Susanna Moser told music writer Axel Brueggemann in a podcast that she learned of the grim news in the newspaper. She added that she’s keeping her faith intact for a positive resolution. (“Ich gebe mehr nicht die Kugel“, Backstage Classical, 24 November).

Brueggemann had himself tried getting an interview with Chialo, only to be repeatedly stonewalled by assistants. The Senator for Culture did give an interview to FAZ; Brueggemann has nicely summarized his thoughts therein, which include a move toward long-needed structural changes, the development of corporate partnerships, and higher ticket prices. Eeeeek. (“Joe Chialo verteidigt Berlin-Einsparungen“, Backstage Classical, 27 November)

Opern News reporter Stephan Burianek has written a very thorough article about bass Ildar Abdrazakov’s now-cancelled appearance in the Teatro San Carlo production of Don Carlo set to open January 19th. The Russian artist and ardent Putin supporter may shriek victimhood (and receive much public/collegial sympathy) but there’s equal merit to considering that Abdrazakov was, to use a Russian saying, trying to sit on two chairs at once. The question of funding sources does remain relevant, more than ever (see above) and it’s fortifying to see those sources being more thoroughly investigated; Burianek has, thankfully, brought the receipts. (“Eine Bürde für den Anstand“, Opern News, 19 November)

Read/hear the word “reimagined” within the opera world lately and one tends to hold one’s breath (especially given the reimagining/political censoring/total remake of Schnittke’s Life With An Idiot recently in Zurich) – but La Carmencita, happening next month in New York City, intrigues. The Spanish-language translation of Bizet’s famous opera  is being recontextualized here through a Latin American lens, courtesy of soprano/producer Sasha Gutiérrez, director Rebecca Miller Kratzer, and GRAMMY®Award-winning bassist/composer Pedro Giraudo. The Opera Next Door production runs for one night only, on 6 December, at the David Rubinstein Auditorium, Lincoln Center; admission is free.

More immediately: Four Note Opera, presented by Nederlandse Opera Studio, takes place tomorrow in Groningen as part of the city’s wide-ranging Sounds Of Music Festival. The satirical 1972 work by Tom Johnson indeed uses only four notes together with five soloists and a pianist; Dutch National Opera first presented the unusual opera earlier this year in a co-production with the Nederlandse Reisopera and Opera Zuid.

Also tomorrow: a tribute to the late, great Benjamin Luxon is taking place at Wigmore Hall (London) at noon. The Cornish baritone died in July at the age of 87, having enjoyed a varied career encompassing lieder, oratorio, opera, ballads, folk songs, as well as work in television. In a remembrance published in August in The Guardian, music writer Barry Millington praised Luxon’s “burnished baritone, genial personality and seemingly effortless vocal projection”. Tomorrow’s tribute will include a host of British music luminaries including Sir Bryn Terfel, Dame Janet Baker, and Sir Thomas Allen, and the event will be livestreamed from the Hall.

In closing: composer Pavel Karmanov passed away on November 23rd; the Siberia-born composer was 54. Along with being a composer, pianist, and flutist, as well as a hugely influential teacher and music figure, Karmanov was a member of the rock band Vezhlivy Otkaz from 2000 until 2017. This performance of Karmanov’s 1993 composition “Birthday Present For Myself”, recorded in Paris in 2014, feels particularly right (not least because my own birthday happens in a little over two weeks) – the work bears traces of Debussy, Glass, and Silvestrov:

Until next time: stay warm, stay home if you’re sick, and remember the c-word.

Across A Crowded Room

What surprised me most about attending the Toronto opening of South Pacific recently wasn’t the smart Bartlett Sher direction, the hot dancing sailors, or the strong, ballsy singing. No, it was the fact that so many people I met and spoke with hadn’t seen either the film or any other stage productions. Just like me! Here I thought I was the only SP virgin in the audience. Guess not.

South Pacific belongs, at least to my mind, to another time and place -one where everyone had a crush on either Mitzi Gaynor or Rossano Brazzi, the stars of the 1958 film version of the beloved Rodgers and Hammstein musical. The story, set on a tropical island during the Second World War, revolves around Ensign Nelly Forbush (Carmen Cusack) and her relationship with Frenchman Emile DeBecque (Jason Howard). Nelly’s all fine and dandy canoodling with a man she hardly knows, until he introduces his Polynesian children to her, and she figures out he’s been with a “coloured.” Remember this musical is set during the 1940s, before MLK and the civil rights movement proper existed, and the ugly spectre of racism was still haunting every part of society.

Dated and yet weirdly timely in its attitudes and portrait of a closed, hypocritical paradise, Sher’s multi-award-winning Lincoln Center production has kept every ounce of James Michener‘s intoxicating, if occasionally uneasy atmosphere from his Tales of The South Pacific collection. There’s romance, there’s boredom, there’s a dangerous restlessness, and the huckster-slickness of island trade. There’s also latent, if noticeable racism; for instance, the black navymen stand apart from their white counterparts in most scenes, even when they’re dancing and singing. This is no never-never-land where supposed “difference” is ever forgotten. Never for one moment does Sher let us forget this is a very segregated, racist society singing those cutesy, toe-tapping songs.

It’s also, at least to my twenty-first century feminist mind, staged to be vaguely chauvinistic -quite purposely. The hummable, weirdly addictive number “There Is Nothing Like A Dame” is sung by the gaggle of bored, restless navy boys, with heavy legs and wide gaits, like they all have the worst case of blue balls in history. The way they shout and enunciate their lines (particularly the pelvic-thrust-inducing “ANYTHING like … a dame!“) is both smirk-inducing and slightly disturbing. I got the feeling watching them that I wouldn’t want to be stuck in a tiki bar near any of them. Sher’s desire to portray, honestly and without the cute, coddling frills, the sort of wild loneliness that’s endemic to military life -a loneliness that transforms into predatory, dangerous energy in such isolated, testosterone-fueled circumstances. You have to wonder what those soldiers would do if they all got to the island that’s across the bay. At the same time, you can’t blame the French Polynesians for locking their daughters away. Yikes.

Standing out as the pirate-like ringleader of this band of un-merry men is Luther Bellis, played with sexy aplomb by Matthew Saldivar. With his tattoos, bead necklaces, open shirt and goatee, he’s like Captain Jack by way of New Jersey, and, to my mind, is absolutely magnetic whenever he’s onstage, even if he isn’t talking. He’s just as good demonstrating his player attitude as he is conveying a boyish awkwardness, particularly in his scenes with Nelly. There’s a beautiful vulnerability at work in those scenes, as we sense that, behind the aggressive boys-club aplomb is a truly good man who is all too aware of his position, both in and outside navy life. In short, it’s a star-making performance, and I’m curious to see more from Saldivar in future.

The other notable performance comes from Anderson Davis as straight-arrow Lieutenant Cable, who comes to the South Pacific island as a Princeton straight-arrow, but is soon fumbling to find a center to the spinning madness. Davis is mesmerizing in conveying Cable’s entrancement and accompanying panic with the new world the island shows him, notably in the form of Liat (Sumie Maeda), daughter of souvenir hawker Mary (Jodi Kimura). Sher brilliantly plays up the opportunism and exploitation at work in both Cable and Mary’s machinations; the former, delivering a gorgeous, blistering “Younger Than Springtime”, brings to mind vague, troubling hints of pedophilia, while Kimura’s throaty, if hypnotic delivery of “Bali Ha’i” is sung like the huge, musical sales pitch it’s supposed to be. She’s played as a desperate mum eager to give her daughter a better life, and immediately recognizes Cable as just the man to do that. With her crooked grin, low-lidded gaze, and slow, deliberate walk, Kimura delivers a nuanced, fascinating performance that could easily fall into racial stereotype, but never, ever does.

As to the leads, Jason Howard (as Emile) has an amazing, beautiful full singing tone, and really fleshes out the emotional undercurrents of his character in his numbers (especially “This Nearly Was Mine”), but his French accent is sometimes more Pepe Le Pew than Paris, and his acting feels a bit too “Big Romantic Lead”-hammy at points. I don’t want to see Emile trying to romance Nelly -I want to know he can (and does), and I wasn’t always buying it. Maybe it was opening night jitters, or to much Wagner (Howard just came off of playing Wotan in the German composer’s ring cycle in Strasbourg). As his love interest, Carmen Cusack is solid and reliable, with a beautiful, clear soprano tone. But… she’s weirdly distant; her hot-blooded Southerner seems strangely Polar, and it takes away from the character’s essential, unpretentious earthiness. The famous “I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair” is staged with inventive choreography and props (including a vintage tropical shower), and the chorus of Nurses around her is certainly vivacious but there’s something insincere in Cusack’s delivery. I got the feeling she’d be more comfortable doing a solo show of R&H hits than getting her hair wet.

Perhaps most importantly, Cusack and Howard lack the crucial to make their scenes together really sizzle. A bit more consistency with the leads and a little more sincerity (though really, you can’t fake chemistry) might make for a more moving experience, especially considering the theme of the work -racism -rises or falls based on the characters’ sincerity. When her character finds out Emile’s first wife was, as she put it, a “colored”, she says it as though she has something unpleasant affixed to her shoe; never for a moment did I believe Nelly harbored a massive racist streak , one that serves as a huge symbol of the deep conflict at work within both the musical and it earlier forbear. Thing is, I needed to feel her utter disgust and repulsion -however uncomfortable -to really feel the full force of the work. I found it more with Cable, the sailors, and Bloody Mary than with the leads. Maybe I was just looking too hard for meaning, but I also believe Sher fully intended for the horror of racism to be keenly felt by audience members, and, certainly it is, at least in some scenes. It just isn’t consistent, especially where it needs to be.

Still, there’s no doubting the musical chops -of the leads, or indeed, anyone – for one minute; the ensemble belts out all the beloved Rodgers and Hammerstein hits like they were born to do it, and, in the end, I suppose that’s what many -most -people come for. Between the Catherine Zuber’s lovely costumes, Christopher Gattelli’s sprightly musical staging, and Michael Yeargan’s super-inventive sets, this is an evening of musical theatre you won’t soon forget. And you might just look at the sunny film version a bit differently, too. Sometimes darkness amidst the sun and sand is a refreshing change. And sometimes, across a crowded room, you’re smacked in the face with something ugly you didn’t expect. It isn’t always a bad thing, even if the sunshine is awfully nice.

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