Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The Death of Klinghoffer

When a media circus gathers around a performance, or a film, or an artwork, the eventual performance often fails to equal the furor that preceded it. “That’s it?” someone ends up asking. But the opposite happened at The Death of Klinghoffer: the protest was zealous but the work emerged wiser and braver than I thought it would be. This was the most intense performance I’ve ever seen at the Met, almost a tinderbox. But the opera itself, despite its unevenness and a production which, in some respects, troubled me, is far more than invective.

Monday, October 13, 2014

The Tucker Gala strikes again

The annual Tucker Gala always promises an evening of old-fashioned big singing by people who are opera famous and people who are soon to be opera famous. Usually, it’s also a prime example of the hoary journalistic cliche about opera drama playing out backstage as well as on-. This year was no exception: the event fell on my fall break so I made a trip up to see it, only to discovered that four of the singers had canceled, including Anna Netrebko, the one I wanted to see the most. The remaining program was somewhat underwhelming, honestly.

Sunday, October 05, 2014

Die schweigsame Frau broadcast from the Bayerische Staatsoper

Contrary to appearances, not a Herheim production
 This one is short-notice: the Bayerische Staatsoper's free internet video stream series continues today with Strauss's Die schweigsame Frau, starting at 6:00 pm Munich time (noon on the US East Coast). This opera, dating from 1935 with a libretto by the currently trendy Stefan Zweig, is rarely produced (I've never seen it) and not available on DVD. Pedro Halffter (?) conducts, the cast includes Brenda Rae, Franz Hawlata, Daniel Behle, and Tara Erraught. Barry Kosky's production, as visible above, contains a Herheim-esque parade of operatic notables, who have a rather more obvious place in the plot than usual. (How many can you identify?)

Check it out here. The streaming series will continue with The Makropulos Case on November 1.

Photo copyright Bayerische Staatsoper

Friday, October 03, 2014

The Barber of Philadelphia

Opera Philadelphia’s production of The Barber of Seville is an everything-but-the-castanets Spanish extravaganza. Loosely inspired by Pedro Almodovar’s Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, it largely sustains a manic, self-consciously kitschy style, anchored by Jennifer Holloway (Rosina) and Kevin Burdette (Bartolo), two singers with excellent comic skills.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

The Met's new Figaro

The Met narrowly dodged a labor dispute to open their season last week with Richard Eyre’s new production of Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro. While the irony is inescapable, this production wouldn’t spark a revolution even if it were July 13, 1789. Its heavy, serious visuals belie an upbeat, action-packed, superficial staging with no discernible focus and no evident relationship to the music, and the mostly undistinguished musical performance isn’t enough to redeem it.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Met rush ticket policy update

beware, lest you be compared to a Red Sox fan
In recent seasons, the Met has sold $25 rush tickets for weekday performances beginning two hours before the curtain. Long before that, a line forms in the parking garage below the theater. This season, the company is switching to an internet lottery system—a system already in place for performances on Friday and Saturday.

This is, in my opinion, a good choice. The line required an investment of time which many people—e.g. those with jobs—are not able to make. Generally, you had to devote a good portion of the afternoon to sitting in line. The line is, or rather was, primarily populated by local retirees, tourists, and some students. (There are, however, already independent discount programs both for seniors and for students.) As a grad student, I was able to wait in line occasionally. Since each person in line was able to buy two tickets, I always gave the other ticket to a friend with a more regular job.

The new policy allows a much broader group of people to access these tickets. But for major opera fans, this is not necessarily a more equitable solution: the line allows the most dedicated fans to always get tickets while more casual fans might only occasionally commit to waiting or only be able to nab tickets to unpopular performances (when the line forms later in the day), while a lottery eliminates commitment and leaves things to pure luck. I'm not sure if it's fair to judge one's dedication to opera by the ability to take time off from work, particularly in light of the state of American labor laws, but that's the argument. The new policy is also less suitable for tourists, who may not have the chance to win a lottery when they're only in town for a few days. (Personally, if I were only visiting New York, I wouldn't want to spend a whole afternoon in a parking garage, but that's me.) Also, if you lack internet, the public library located next to the Met does not require a library card to use a computer.

Don't get me wrong, I'm one of the diehard fans. I've waited in some pretty epic lines myself. Once I was interviewed by Austrian TV while waiting in line at the Wiener Staatsoper. (They asked me whether I preferred Elina Garanca or Anna Netrebko, who were both singing that evening. Dumme Frage, I replied! Just kidding, I said Netrebko.) Once Dominique Meyer, the Wiener Staatsoper's general director, handed me a croissant and winked at me, which was perhaps a line experience I could have done without. (The wink, not the croissant. Croissant was vital.)

But while the most dedicated operagoers may not find this policy change to be entirely an improvement, I don't think that they're the sole group for whom rush tickets are intended, and arguably not even the primary one. Opera is often seen by the uninitiated as inaccessibly expensive and difficult, and rush tickets make things affordable and (in the new incarnation) easy. The truly committed are going to find a way to go to the opera no matter what. This policy change vastly improves the situation for a far larger group of vaguely interested people who are not able to or inclined to spend their afternoon sitting on a stone floor in a dimly lit tunnel. The Met needs to expand its local audience base, and this is a step towards doing that. Finally, the rush ticket policy is only a relatively recent innovation at the Met--it began early in the Gelb era, I believe in 2006 or 2007--so they aren't making a major historical change here.

If you really want to queue, there's still a line for standing room tickets. Every single morning.

Saturday, August 09, 2014

Metropolitan Opera, 2014-2015

Artist's rendering of what has happened at the Met over the summer
Met single tickets go on sale to the general public tomorrow, and while the season's start still is a major question mark due to seemingly intractable labor disputes I think we’ll hopefully have some opera at some point or another? Because of this uncertainty I don't imagine a whole lot of people will rush to the box office tomorrow, but I have written a preview of everything that is currently scheduled to happen anyway. I have, spoiler, moved to Philadelphia--more on that later--so I won’t be going to a large number of these, but I will nonetheless offer my suggestions as to what you should get yourself to the Met to see, what the world would not miss should it not occur, and so on.

(Side note: I write this from bucolic Annandale-on-Hudson, where I am dramaturging for the Bard Music Festival. I’m working on a Schubert jukebox operetta (as well as a genuine Schubert Singspiel) which a) exists and b) is going to be performed tomorrow at 5:30. It is a charming program and the cast is lovely, please stop by.)

Anyway, on to the Met! You can peruse the full offerings with dates and such here. The HD broadcast schedule can be found here; productions with these broadcasts are marked HD.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

You say you want a revolution (Figaro times two)

Like the ending of Don Giovanni, the finale of Le nozze di Figaro restores order and hierarchy. But, with the benefit of hindsight, we know that this peace between master and servants is a tenuous one, and only a few years later the underclass would not be so placated. Today, its title characters’ suggestions of insurrection may be less incendiary than they were at the opera’s premiere but they are instead indexical—well, sometimes, at least. The Ghost of French Revolutions Future occasionally haunted the two Figaros I saw recently*: the McCarter Theatre’s production of Beaumarchais’s play in Princeton and the Royal Opera House’s revival of Mozart’s opera in London.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Don Giovanni hits on Philadelphia

"Maybe choosing this particular lady wasn't one of my best ideas"
Don Giovanni never reveals what is going on inside his head. As he tears his way through the opera bearing his name he never stops to explain himself. His only important solo moments are extremely brief: the Act 1 “champagne aria” and Act 2 serenade. He is the opera’s mysterious center, but he also can, sometimes, more or less disappear. Such is the situation in Opera Philadelphia’s current production, which boasts a fine musical performance with a few first-rate singers, a dubious production, and not very much Don.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Das war in Ordnung, Mandryka

I am sorry not to blog; I have been facing major academic deadlines and decisions every day. When I finish working, I have found myself too spent to consider writing something else. But I saw Arabella at the Met last Friday, and I have thoughts. I enjoy this opera a lot, probably more than it strictly merits. The beatific parts like the Act 1 soprano duet, Act 2 love duet, and last five minutes are, for a Strauss fan, just so good in their extraordinary concentration of what we love about Strauss opera. And even the talkier passages are enlivened with brilliant orchestral details. Hofmannsthal’s libretto is an interesting, subtle allegory of Gründerzeit Austro-Hungarian politics (Austrian Arabella needs to reconcile with Mandryka, the uncouth East). This is something that almost no one seems to notice--probably because it tends to be concealed by the color and expressive directness of Strauss’s music. But I’ll stop. As may be obvious, I’ve “worked on” this piece (as academics say), and you can read that essay later (it isn't out yet).

This Met revival is, alas, not a particularly good Arabella. It has the odd misfortune to get the single most difficult role unusually right--that would be Michael Volle’s excellent Mandryka--and have issues in the comparatively easy lyric soprano department. Word was that this revival was originally scheduled for the phenomenal Anja Harteros, who withdrew a while ago. Her replacement in the title role, Swedish soprano Malin Byström, was new to me. She certainly has a lovely, warm tone, and the voice is very big in the middle. But her registers are unbalanced, and the warmth stopped around the F sharp at the top of the staff. Alas, Arabella is a role that really depends on easy, beautiful high notes at the big moments, and there Byström suddenly sounded insecure and thin. She is a decent but generic actress, lacking a certain glamor and vulnerability to bring this part off (my friend thought she was matronly--she certainly didn’t seem like the flirt Zdenka calls her).

She didn't have much help from the pit or rest of the cast. Philippe Auguin’s busy conducting had little sense of the work’s flow, nor did those beatific bits glow as they should. Juliane Banse was a later replacement as Zdenka, and was unhappily cast. I’ve enjoyed her singing in other roles, but honestly her Zdenka days are past her by a decade or so. Her grainy, dark, smallish voice sounded labored, particularly in the higher ranges, which have to be even sweeter and easier than Arabella’s. This is not a difficult role to cast and I wonder why the Met could not locate someone more suitable, even on short notice.

Roberto Saccà similarly sounded underpowered and worn as Matteo. He was nearly sung off the stage by Brian Jagde as third-in-line suitor Elemer. Jagde is a powerful Heldentenor-in-training. I’m not sure if he could sing Matteo--it’s rather high--but I certainly would like to hear him in something where he has more to do. The other supporting roles such as Adelaide, the Fortune Teller, and Waldner were uniformly poorly sung. One suspects that all the good Arabella supporting players are in Salzburg at present. I feel sorry for anyone who is obliged to sing chirpy Fiakermilli, but I still should report that Audrey Luna sounded very nasal.

"Mandryka, you look dehydrated."
The main redeeming singer, however, was Michael Volle as Mandryka. This is an awfully difficult role and almost no one sings it well. (I say this having seen the opera a few times and having seen every Arabella DVD in print and several that aren’t in print. See above, academic work.) Volle does it with ease and character, a solid warm tone and good diction. He’s a bit too comic for my taste--his Mandryka is very much a bumbling, fumbling bumpkin--and reads on the older side (he’s not Bernd Weikl in the Schenk TV movie), but he gives the character texture and life, and his singing has real dignity.

The Otto Schenk production can perhaps be blamed for the dramatic blandness. Productions of this opera tend to tilt towards Strauss’s opulence rather than Hofmannsthal’s grit, and this one is no exception. If the Waldners are so broke, I would suggest to them that they still have a lot of knickknacks they could put in hock. The staging of Act 3 in particular is cluttered and over-busy. (I also think this act also benefits from some cuts--I think this might have been the least-cut Arabella Act 3 I’ve seen.) When a lighting gel fluttered down from the flies during Arabella and Mandryka’s love duet, it would have been a Verfremdungeffekt if we were in certain German opera houses, but here it really wasn’t.

I don't think I've yet seen a fully convincing production of this opera, one which balances the alternating enchantment and motor-like energy of the music with the hardheaded, operetta-like libretto--is it too foolishly optimistic to suggest that the Met try to come up with one should they produce it again? Or to some other opera house: has the often-underrated Claus Guth directed this one yet? He has a real eye for this period, and for the thin line between fantasy and reality. I think he might be your guy.

I also have thoughts about Platée from the other week. More precisely, I want to write about Simone Kermes, because she is something else. Maybe soon!

Strauss, Arabella. Metropolitan Opera, 4/11/14.

Photos copyright Marty Sohl/Met.