Cozy Fantastic

I knew how it was going to work. I resisted and was still swept away by the conceptual brilliance of A Little too Cozy, Against the Grain’s latest transladaptation. Don’t let the word scare you, it merely means something that is both a translation and an adaptation. AtG artistic director Joel Ivany has now completed his trilogy of the Mozart- da Ponte operas, previously giving us Figaro’s Wedding (brought to Toronto in 2013 after an earlier workshop process in Banff) and #UncleJohn (2014).

It is the site-specific show to end all site-specific shows.

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Ten stories up inside the CBC building, this is the view from my phone (dangled over the railing please note) on the way to see the opera: in a TV studio.

We come to the CBC Building on Front St, with a front door guarded by Glenn Gould’s bronze image, ascending to the 10th floor in a studio that we hear is alongside where they do Hockey Night in Canada (one of my favourite CBC shows) and Dragon’s Den (absolutely my least favourite).

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A Little Too Cozy is many things, but above all it is meta-theatrical, a layered creation that is like an opera within an opera, or perhaps an opera within a reality TV show. By seating us in this iconic place the reality is so perfectly authorized that the opera is almost incidental. It’s just about the coolest place I’ve ever been to see an opera (as an opera fan I’d say Lincoln Center is cooler, but only just barely).

The space dominates the experience. Long after the show is over, you are still walking through this place with photos of stars on the walls, a kind of technological cocoon that protects the perfection of broadcast from the outside world. What a coup for AtG to get their opera produced in such a perfect space…!

We watch this opera, even though we hear singing + a tight ensemble led from the piano by Topher Mokrzewski. The space is far from ideal acoustically, given that TV studios are dry rather than reverberant, and not hospitable to big powerful voices. While Cairan Ryan as Donald L Fonzo, the host of the Cozy show (Don L Fonzo = Don Alfonso from Mozart’s opera), was surely the lightest bass voice I’ve ever heard undertake the role, he was the most successful negotiating the acoustic, every word crystal clear. We observe the performers while seeing them also on monitors, captured by a cameraperson. At one especially powerful moment we watch Clarence Frazer as Elmo (the lover formerly known as “Guglielmo” in the original) freak out on camera as Fernando comes on to his betrothed. It’s as disgusting as reality TV or the plot of this opera, but foregrounding the phony performative aspects of romance. Frazer is sometimes funny, sometimes very sympathetic, and does very well in his close-up.

Yes I resisted initially –as I do with anything that’s so clever it captures my imagination—but I was won over. I should perhaps add that I am conflicted about this opera, which means I was especially impressed with how well Ivany’s concept worked. There we were down the hall from CBC’s greatest reality TV achievement –the aforementioned Dragon’s Den—watching impressive echoes of the genre. There are those cliché moments when the lovers are shown in flashback on film with soft-rock accompaniment. There is a lot of dialogue (as opposed to recitative). And above all, there’s the space, always visually intriguing as we are in a self-referential place. Of the three transladaptations, this one seems least encumbered by the devices of opera, emerging into a new hybrid genre, without any creaky shifts of gears between numbers. We are watching something resembling live television, only rarely slowed for an operatic number.

When seeing something like this I often ask myself who’s most likely to enjoy such a thing, between the hardcore opera fans and the neophytes. This occasion seems especially rich in its rewards for first time viewers –and notice I don’t say “listeners”—as we’re in a very hip modern place. The more conservative opera-goer may resist, as I did, but I think they’d have to admit it’s quite a remarkable creation, one that adds extraordinary energy to the original. Instead of the bet between Alfonso and the two young lovers–a creaky plot device of the original that can be so troubling with implications of misogyny and straining our credibility when the same lovers show up in disguise– these problems are avoided.
The reality TV story we watch has them betrothed but never having met (as part of the premise of big money that they would win if they go through with it), eliminating that credibility problem. By framing the story about love and marriage in this exploitive context of modern TV romance we’re in an apt discursive place to be questioning relationships throughout. As a result I like A Little Too Cozy more than the original.

Caitlin Wood as Despina does what all Despinas do, namely steal the show throughout, given that she gets much of the best music and funniest lines. Aaron Sheppard as Fernando has many sympathetic moments. Shantelle Przybylo (Felicity, formerly Fiordiligi) and Rihab Chaieb as Dora (or Dorabella) were for me the most authentic part of the reality TV imitation, disturbing and possibly insulting as that might be to those women. OMFG but they are hysterically funny, hypocritical, and at the same time totally vulnerable. From their hair & fashion to their succession of wineglasses, they are genuine, and make you care about the outcome of the story: no matter who marries whom.

I can’t recommend this highly enough. See A Little Too Cozy.

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Lisiecki’s pianism: Chopin plays Schumann

In the film Impromptu we get interesting close-up looks at the personal lives of Chopin, Georges Sand, Liszt, Delacroix and a host of others.  At one point we see Liszt & Chopin playing a Beethoven transcription together, a fascinating thought really.  What did it sound like when great composers (such as Chopin or Liszt) encountered Beethoven?  From a vantage point almost two centuries distant, when years of exposure to this music nearly thwarts our ability to hear the music with any freshness, it’s hard to imagine how someone living before the age of youtube, wifi, hi-fi, or even Victrola, would have looked at a score and read it for the first time.  The age of recordings has made it possible to hear so many interpretations that a kind of orthodoxy has been established, a normal way of performing the standard repertoire.

Fruits & vegetables can taste quite fresh and wonderful, but sometimes they can be generic and uniform, depending on how they’re grown and procured.  I’m no produce expert, but I imagine that the genetically modified tomatoes that survive any indignity on the way to market, that are somewhat red and taste something like a tomato after weeks, are thought to be preferable in the corporate boardrooms to the tomato that breaks more easily, has genuine flavor but likely ripens more quickly.  No I don’t know this for certain but I suspect it’s the case, that costs are always paramount in the strategic discussions of big companies.  We live in an era of corporate products, where chains such as Starbucks or McDonalds keep close watch on the output in Cambridge, Massachusetts or Cambridge, Ontario, to ensure that no one is disappointed, meaning that no one experiences anything diverging from the usual.  There is much shared knowledge about how to raise chickens or how to raise performers to an amazing standard. As a writer observed a few years ago: virtuosity isn’t as rare as it once was.  The singers coming out of the various schools are all very good for a core group of roles, able to give us Mimi or Cherubino or Marcello or Figaro, but coming up a bit short when some genuine vision, some star-quality is called for, as you’d want to see in an Aida or a Siegmund or a Mephistopheles.

All that is a preamble in recognition of the uniqueness of Jan Lisiecki.

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A lighter moment from rehearsal with Jan Lisiecki and Peter Oundjian (photo: Michael Morreale)

I heard three consecutive concerts where Lisiecki and the Toronto Symphony played Beethoven’s 4th piano concerto.  There was a quality to it that I couldn’t put my finger on, but it began with the awareness that this was not the usual approach to Beethoven.  If you can recall the opening –a soft piano solo stating the main theme followed by a gentle echo from the orchestra—it’s usually done with a fair degree of metrical rigor.  Whether fast or slow, the speed one encounters at the beginning is more or less the speed throughout the movement.  That rigor is at least part of the consensus surrounding the way most people play Beethoven, rightly or wrongly.

Lisiecki does something very different, rightly or wrongly.  Beethoven wrote a statement of the theme, ending with a run and what would seem to be the last words closing that opening sentence, usually understood to be in the same tempo throughout, but Lisiecki slows down to something introspective, poetic.  Not only is it unexpected in Beethoven, some might argue that it’s idiomatically wrong, an imposition of another style.  The first of those concerts seemed to throw Peter Oundjian and the TSO for a bit of a loop.  Because Lisiecki had slowed the piece down substantially, when the orchestra answered they were going quite slowly.  It took Oundjian a couple of pages –in this substantial orchestral exposition—to get the big orchestral ship back up to speed.  I wondered whether this was partly because the orchestra was coming off a vacation day on their trip.  Coaches of sporting teams sometimes worry about their team being too relaxed after a vacation, not having as much fire. Whatever the reason, at this moment there was little fire, just poetry.  The next two nights of the same piece, Oundjian watched Lisiecki do his introspective poetry to begin the movement–slowing the piece down to a near stop—and responded by goading the orchestra right back to speed.  It was marvelous to watch, as Lisiecki went in and out of that tempo sometimes slowing down for poetic solos, sometimes taking off in his cadenzas like a wildman.

Listening to Lisiecki’s recent CD of Schumann’s music for piano & orchestra (with Orchestra dell’Accademia Nazionale di Santa Cecilia led by Antonio Pappano), though, I now have a different way of understanding him.  Lisiecki seems to read each score from first principles: which is what you would want any artist to do.  The Dustin Hoffmanns of this world –artists who read the script and explore, seeking deep meanings– can be the bane of a director’s existence, adding time to a production schedule.  It’s a challenge to the productive cycle, when someone goes beyond the surface, diverging from the usual approach.  The generic approach is cheaper, while an adventurous probing reading adds time & expense.  Lisiecki isn’t at all generic and does not seem to be influenced by what others do, if he is even aware.  This can be quite brazen, daringly different,  playing music his own way.  At first hearing I wrinkled my nose because it’s not what I expected, not what I understood Schumann to sound like.

It sounds like Chopin playing Schumann, an effete poet finding something unexpected.

Many of the fast passages are done with great delicacy, softer than usual.  There’s an elasticity to the tempi somewhat like what I described with the Beethoven, but even more so.  In fast passages, especially cadenzas, he is playing with such ease that the music sounds quite different. Instead of the usual sturm und drang a man seemingly on the brink of madness, this is a different sounding Robert Schumann.  The fast passages are like coloratura vocalism, very much the way we hear it in Chopin, softer in many places than usual but with great clarity.  And the overall effect with Pappano and the orchestra is wonderfully intimate, delicate and under-stated.

Lest anyone think this is meant to be a knock on the pianist, it’s not. This is a daringly original reading of these works, including Schumann’s well-known piano concerto, his op 92 Introduction and Allegro appassionato and his op 134 Introduction and Concert-Allegro.  I welcome a new way of understanding this music, a genuinely original voice: a rarity nowadays.  You hear this same originality in his Mozart or his Chopin.

One of these days we’ll stop calling him a “young pianist”, but I think this original voice of his will continue.  I look forward to hearing what he undertakes next.

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Pisani: putting the “melos” in Melodrama

Everyone uses the word, yet few really know what it means. “Melodrama” is a label often attached to human behaviour, but the usage is a metaphor for something else. And I suspect that those who have studied drama or theatre will be thinking that my accusation was for everyone but them, that they are exempted by having learnt the precise definition of “melodrama” in their theatre history, something like this one from google:
a play interspersed with songs and orchestral music accompanying the action.”

But there’s a problem with that. Melodramas come down to us almost entirely as text, with little idea about the music in melodrama, let alone the more sophisticated idea of “melos” (the mood or affect of the music) in melodrama.  It’s a familiar problem as the so-called silent era of the cinema (not very silent given that music was played with the attractions, short or long) illustrates, when we rely upon indirect knowledge via cue-sheets and the eye-witness descriptions of audience members.

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Perhaps the answer can be found via Michael Pisani’s new book (click link  for purchase information): Music for the Melodramatic Theatre in Nineteenth Century London & New York.

Pisani takes great pains to examine specimens of music used in the melodramatic theatre, assembling many samples alongside portions of the plays. I believe it’s potentially very important to scholars of the popular theatre in the 18th and 19th centuries.  But this is almost as important to film music scholars looking for antecedents for the practices of silent film, the immediate successor to melodrama in the first quarter of the 20th century.  Pisani’s book is consigned to the Music Library by its Library of Congress call number, and so likely would fly under the radar to anyone beyond music. Inter-disciplinary research poses a special challenge, requiring the reader to venture outside their immediate subject. If I want to understand Carmen music isn’t enough.  I need to read Merimée’s novella even if that’s not found in a music library. While Pisani’s book is legitimately classified as “music” I would hope that theatre and film scholars will make the effort to hunt it down.

After reading Pisani’s book, which contains many interesting specimens of music from melodrama, explained in context, I strongly believe in the connection between melodrama and film. I couldn’t help noticing the simplest resemblance to habits I observed in two places:

  • Silent film music, where on rare occasions original scores were composed, but more often the medium employed existing music re-purposed and/or arranged by the performer(s)
  • Church music, where one again sees that combination of existing music and the occasional original composition

I think it’s fair to say that this was the normal practice –to combine original and re-purposed music—in the popular melodramatic theatre, which is why the cues in silent film are so similar to what was seen in the previous century, as reported in Pisani’s book.

I was watching Strike Up the Band, the Judy Garland – Mickey Rooney—Paul Whiteman film from 1940. Near the end there’s a fascinating sequence that might resemble melodrama, the presentation of a show called “Nell of New Rochelle”. Did someone recall something from a few decades before (the way we might recall the 1950s)? A girl is tied to the railway tracks. There’s a villain and a hero, and at the end the good guy defeats the bad guy.  We may giggle at the way it is presented in the film, at how simple the form seems, a popular entertainment that is not taken seriously.

But I have to think its influence is underestimated.

  • At one point (p53) Pisani writes about tremolo used to maintain a mood (or what he calls a “melos”) for a few seconds.  This would enable the musicians to suspend the movement forward in the score, to wait until the right moment to move forward, thereby synchronizing with the action.  This effect survives in film, but in fact was one of the fascinating innovations we see in some of Wagner’s music-dramas, a simplification of the orchestral texture. Did Wagner first encounter this practical idea in melodrama? While there is no smoking gun, I’m tempted to think so.
  • We read about the “hurry”, a kind of fast music for chases & action onstage. Rossini is in my head lately, having seen Maometto II twice in the past week. Pisani describes (p55) the use of the hurry in the late 1700s, or in other words well before Rossini. Did Rossini emulate something he encountered in melodrama, perhaps improving it and perfecting it? I wonder if in this and perhaps other cases, that the composer of high art was credited with inventing something that was appropriated from the popular theatre, where the original composer received little or no credit.
  • Underlying the entire discussion is the way taste shifts from one era to the next. Melodrama was despised by those with more refined tastes, as certain forms today are held in contempt. Effects that might move a crowd in one century would become over-used and exhausted. For example we read that the effect known in the 20th century as “mickey-mousing” is considered a low trick by the composer, yet I read of its use in the 19th century, suggesting that at one time it was the height of good taste. Indeed, if we recall moments in opera –for instance Alberich’s two magical transformations in Das Rheingold (first into a dragon, then into a frog) or the sprinkling of water by Rodolfo into Mimi’s face when she passes out in the first act of La boheme—it’s clear that music was sometimes expected to closely imitate the action.

Forgive me if my review is like a bad trailer, that gives away at least one part of the story for of course Pisani makes his own connections at the end of the book, showing the legacy of melodrama in film (both “silent” and long after).  But this is a very fertile subject for investigation.  I heartily recommend Pisani’s study to the student of film music, theatre music, and opera too.  I need to read it again.

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Braid or CASP at RBA

Art-song?  The concept didn’t immediately blow me away as a child growing up in the same house with an opera singer, craving the full-out commitment of opera.  The pleasures on record were sometimes esoteric and fleeting.  I think I grew up with a skepticism for art-song that’s analogous to the skepticism some have for abstract art.  Recalling those who snidely say “you only paint that way because you can’t paint the other way”, similarly, I wondered if art-song was for those whose voices weren’t big enough for opera.  Of course I lost that arrogance when I discovered the limitations of my own voice, developing a hearty respect for what one can do expressively without a big voice, let alone the limitations of those who do have big voices.  It’s especially ironic given that the COC performs in a hall where small voices can be heard, that nowadays recordings make it almost impossible to tell who is really in possession of a big voice: in other words, maybe aside from Wagner, size doesn’t matter.  And now at a time when opera’s viability is seriously being questioned (this NY Times piece is just the latest), there’s ample reason to consider this inexpensive alternative, as some companies have been doing.  Whether we’re speaking of opera companies using art-song as the basis for their theatricals – thinking for instance of Against the Grain’s inventive staging of Harawi with Die Schone Mullerin aka Death & Desire —or coming at it from the other direction, as CASP did in some of their programs this year in adding theatrical elements such as dance to a recital, it’s hard to ignore this low-cost approach to musical theatre text creation.  It’s as though CASP, the curators and champions of art song, get the last la-la-la-laugh.

And whither CASP? At this point as a natural end to the season, they had another noon-hour concert in the Richard Bradshaw Amphitheatre, not the first time they’ve enjoyed this venue, but for the first time in closing a season of recitals.

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CASP Artistic Directors Steven Philcox and Lawrence Wiliford (photo by Danilo Ursini ursiniphotography.com)

Steven Philcox (piano), who is co-artistic director with Lance Wiliford (tenor), was one of several participants today:

  • Maeve Palmer, soprano & David Eliakis, piano, gave us Alice Ho’s 2007 Three Songs from the Tang Dynasty followed by John Beckwith’s 1947 Five Lyrics of the Tang Dynasty
  • Victoria Marshall, mezzo-soprano, and Mélisande Sinsoulier, piano performed Sylvia Rickard’s 1991 When You Hear Me Singing
  • Philcox and Ambur Braid repeated one of the season’s highlights, namely Erik Ross’s The Living Spectacle, heard in November of last year

Let me ask you a question I love posing to friends and students.  When you listen to opera (or see opera), is it the opera or the singer?  Are you there because of a star you’re hoping to hear and/or see, or is it the opera that drew you?  The question resurfaced in my head, watching today’s CASP concert, because of course the draw for me wasn’t the music but a particular artist, one of the young stars the COC can proudly show off as a graduate of their Ensemble, namely Ambur Braid, ergo the headline above.  No it’s not really Braid OR CASP, so much as Braid AND CASP, although I’m thinking of this in terms of why people are there.  I was there for both I suppose. And while I had my head into the notes to follow the text for the first two singers – looking at the words and marvelling at the ways the composers chose to set the texts—I took off my glasses, put down my notes and simply watched Braid sing.

One of the fascinating subtexts of art-song that I implied already, above, is that some of these songs are mere hors d’oeuvres, little snacks that barely get a voice warmed up, barely get you excited, before they’re over.  Not so with Ross’s settings of the Baudelaire poems translated into English by Roy Campbell, three full courses this time.  While there are some softer lyrical passages, a few times Braid soared above the treble clef.  I am reminded of another fundamental question that comes up from time to time, that I might avoid by simply speaking of two different approaches to Violetta, namely the serene ease of Joan Sutherland, vs the daring vocalism of a Maria Callas.  For some music we want it to seem easy, while for certain rep it’s an additional layer if the singer injects drama into the singing itself.  While Braid sings these songs comfortably, she didn’t take an easy path –for instance to enjoy the friendly acoustic—but went full out, not holding back as she ascended each and every time.  She held nothing back.  I think Philcox would agree with Braid, that the CASP commission to Ross was a great idea, that the curation and cultivation of art song rep needs compositions that push the envelope, challenging singers and pianists alike.

There was lots more to the concert of course.  I was fascinated by the two different composers coming at roughly similar text (if it’s fair to compare the Tang Dynasty poems set by Alice Ho and John Beckwith).  Whereas the English-Canadian employed a pentatonic palette verging on cliché while perhaps dodging outright cultural appropriation in his piano and vocal writing (perhaps on my mind after Adams’ Scheherazade 2 last night) , yet he was very economical, getting through five little poems very quickly, and everyone seemed to like these songs, especially the last one.  Ho chose three wonderful texts of such depth, I hope I can be forgiven if I think they were already music (to misquote Mallarmé), but there were beautiful moments nonetheless.  Maeve Palmer has a lovely sound and a confident manner that likely will serve her well.  I want to revisit the Rickard songs from aboriginal texts sung by Victoria Marshall, whose lovely mezzo voice was almost too rich for these texts.  No I am not saying a person with less voice is better suited, but rather that the lusciousness of the voice is almost a distraction sometimes, and surely not a bad thing.  She sounded beautiful, and I got completely lost in pure sensation a few times.

You can find out more about CASP on their their  website, while the remaining noon-hour RBA concert schedule can be found on the COC website.

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Ambitious TSO program

It wasn’t at all what I expected, this Toronto Symphony program of Beethoven, Brahms and Adams, to be taken on a Canadian tour this weekend (Ottawa Saturday and Montreal Sunday). Peter Oundjian did tell us that it’s unusual to program the Brahms 4th Symphony before the interval, with the big modern concerto after. That was a clear signal as to their sense of the true highlight of the concert.

If you get a chance to hear John Adams’ Scheherazade 2, especially live, I would encourage you to hear it. Here’s an excerpt from his program notes:

The impetus for the piece was an exhibition at the Institut du Monde Arabe in Paris detailing the history of the “Arabian Nights” and of Scheherazade and how this story has evolved over the centuries. The casual brutality toward women that lies at the base of many off these tales prodded me to think about the many images of women oppressed or abused or violated that we see today in the news on a daily basis.

The work was composed in 2014 specifically for Leila Josefowicz, who has collaborated with Adams before. As he says in the notes “I find Leila a perfect embodiment of that kind of empowered strength and energy that a modern Scheherazade would possess”. The work is subtitled “dramatic symphony for  violin and orchestra”.  Here’s a brief intro to the piece by the composer.

He mentions Romeo et Juliette by Berlioz, which is also a dramatic symphony, and that in his piece the violin is like the protagonist. Curiously he didn’t mention Harold in Italy, a work with several resemblances to Adams’ work, another composition where a single player –this time a viola rather than violin—is like a protagonist surrounded by the orchestra as though representing the milieu.

Like Harold –and also like Rimsky-Korsakov’s Scheherazade as well—it’s a four movement work:
1. Tale of the Wise Young Woman—Pursuit by the True Believers
2. A Long Desire (love scene)
3. Scheherazade and the Men with Beards
4. Escape, Flight, Sanctuary

And Adams is worthy to be discussed in comparison with those two (Berlioz and Rimsky-Korsakov): arguably the two greatest orchestrators in the history of the orchestral medium.

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Composer John Adams

Yes, you need to hear this work, even if it’s sometimes terrifying. Where Rimsky’s composition is a kind of anthology, mediated by the violin soloist who would be Scheherzade the story-teller, both Berlioz’s Harold and Adams’ latter-day Scheherazade seem to be walking through a pulsating world in each movement, sometimes at odds with or even threatened by that world. But Adams gives us a phenomenal range of timbres. When the violin is playing there are often fewer players engaged, often cut back to the celesta, the cimbalom and vibes, a sensual contrast to some of the threatening sounds arrayed against her (although as a Hungarian I was intrigued by the personal associations of some of Adams’ sounds, a very friendly sort of exotica given that one sometimes hears the cimbalom in Magyar restaurants). In addition, though, the full orchestra showed me several new sounds, even while staying mostly in the tonal realm. Josefowicz is sometimes required to play fast passages of short groups of notes, sometimes longer phrases and occasionally venturing into more lyrical music-making. There’s no mistaking the amorous atmosphere in the second movement. Adams is an atmospheric storyteller to stand alongside his heroine, sometimes immersing the violin in devastating walls of sound that make you fear for the life of the protagonist.

Oundjian’s comments (only offered after the interval as we were about to begin the Adams rather than in the first half) explained a lot that had me mystified up to that point. The thematic links he drew –between the oppression underlying Adams’ Scheherazade 2, in the Egmont Overture, as well as the darker side of the Brahms were crystal clear in the music-making. As this is the first performance of this programme, I hope Oundjian and the TSO can find more balance, because right now the two German works opening the concert,  though played with great precision,  are somewhat two dimensional in their lack of emotional depth. Brahms 4th does end with a powerful dark movement –the movement that worked best for me—but there is sensuality throughout all four movements, a warmer side that wasn’t really allowed to bloom, inner voices that could have been given more space to come out. As the TSO relax and enjoy themselves on this tour I am certain they’ll hit their stride.

This wonderful program will be repeated at Roy Thomson Hall Thursday May 5th, then taken to the National Arts Centre in Ottawa Saturday May 7th, and Montreal’s Maison Symphonique May 8th.

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Maometto II, Conquerer

That was a fast three hours and twenty minutes. While I expected Maometto II, the Rossini opera presented by the Canadian Opera Company at the Four Seasons Centre, to be full of spectacular singing, I did not expect to be sucked into the story, at times spellbound.  This opera about invaders and invasion won me over completely.  The COC Production that premiered at the Santa Fe Opera in 2012 was directed by David Alden (who directed COC’s recent Lucia). Alden seems to understand how to stage a virtuoso vehicle, mostly staying out of the singers’ way.

The story –concerning the expanding Ottoman Empire’s battles with Venetian forces—takes place in the 15th century. Nobleman Paolo Erisso (tenor Bruce Sledge) who leads the Venetians would give his daughter Anna (soprano Leah Crocetto) to Calbo (mezzo-soprano Elizabeth Deshong in trousers ), except that she’s already in love with someone else. The suspense builds, with the impending attack by the Ottomans. And of course it turns out that the one she loves is Maometto II (Luca Pisaroni) who she met while in a disguise on a reconnaissance mission.

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Luca Pisaroni as Maometto II in the COC production (photo: Michael Cooper)

The audience took awhile to warm to the style, at first somewhat hesitant about applauding, and indeed stunned into silence at times by the power of what we were seeing. And the usual casting expectations are a bit scrambled, as the tenor is the father not the hero, the rivals for the love of the soprano are a bass and a mezzo-soprano.  But we gradually cut loose in response to the big arias in the second act, once we’d decided to embrace the opera. All four principals had great moments, although I think DeShong had the loudest applause. Crocetto and DeShong both had several opportunities to shine in the second act, while Sledge’s best opportunities came earlier in the opera.

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(l-r) Bruce Sledge as Paolo Erisso, Leah Crocetto as Anna and Elizabeth DeShong as Calbo in the COC’s production of Maometto II, 2016 (photo: Michael Cooper)

At Pisaroni’s first appearance –singing from far upstage—I was frankly astonished at how well his voice projected. Maometto’s music is often ornate & quick, requiring great precision to articulate, but Pisaroni’s pitch was bang on, the voice cutting through the orchestra.  This is a believable conqueror, with physical swagger and genuine presence.

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(l-r) Luca Pisaroni as Maometto II and Bruce Sledge as Paolo Erisso in the COC’s production of Maometto II, 2016. (photo: Michael Cooper)

Harry Bicket is a big reason why this was such a spectacular experience, raising the bar for the COC orchestra. I couldn’t help noticing – in contrast to what I’ve seen in the Carmen performances—how well Bicket followed the singers throughout without any slips. Bicket made Rossini sometimes sound like Beethoven, sometimes like Mozart, and always like Rossini. With Bicket you know your performance has integrity & authenticity.

With sets & costumes designed by Jon Morrell (who did costumes for COC’s Aida) there are some arresting visual images, including some genuinely scary moments to amplify the drama that’s in the score. But we’re not experiencing a story being told in realistic fashion. Even so I did not expect to be on the edge of my seat, fearful and troubled by what I was seeing.

I’m seeing the opera again later this week, eager to once again hear four excellent principals and their stunning music. Bel canto can take getting used to, a style so full of coloratura that the decoration takes over, more icing than cake, more froth than coffee. But one rarely hears this music sung so accurately, with such sensitivity & passion.

Maometto II continues at the Four Seasons Centre until May 14th.

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Lucretia’s Rape: “Is it all”?

If you go see a show and it mystifies you, thank God for the internet to answer questions.

And that’s the last thing I’ll say in this review that sounds even a little bit reverent.

When I was a young boy I saw Benjamin Britten’s The Rape of Lucretia in a student production, one of the first operas I’d ever seen, leaving me baffled with its curious mixture of violation and piety. Fast-forward to 2016, the second time I’ve seen this opera, and again in a student production, this time from Metro Youth Opera at the Aki Studio. To say that the world has changed in the intervening decades is hardly earth-shaking. I feel much better about being mystified as a child as there’s still a whole lot in this opera to perplex a viewer, even if the world is perhaps catching up to Mr Britten. In the 1960s there was no internet to answer a twelve-year old’s questions, whereas I think I have a pretty good idea this time.

Let me be clear, though, this is a wonderful production of Britten’s opera, staged with conviction.

I suspect there would be no staging if not for Christina Campsall, offering one of the most remarkable portrayals I’ve seen in a long time, particularly considering that MY Opera have a mandate to offer performing opportunities to young singers. Campsall would not be out of place in any professional production, looking and sounding wonderful particularly after violation, her lowest notes eloquently evoking her profound suffering.

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Christina Campsall as Lucretia. (Photo: William Ford Photography)

Anne-Marie MacIntosh as Lucia was a bright spot in the otherwise dark tale with flawless coloratura while Jonelle Sills as the Female Chorus asked the key question at the end of the opera, that I felt wasn’t really answered. But I don’t believe I can hold this against MY Opera, considering that this is likely a weakness of the opera as written.

While I think of myself as a believer, I felt like an agnostic watching the scenes of Britten’s opera everytime we ventured into the Christian gloss he’s added to the story. For example, in the Epilogue the Female and Male chorus have a kind of spiritual confrontation. The Female Chorus begins her questioning by asking:

Is it all? Is all this suffering and pain is this in vain? Does this old world grow old in sin alone? Can we attain nothing but wider oceans of our own tears?”

Sills was wonderful, hurling her question up at the lighting booth, where the stage manager might have been the God to which this world responded. One might have expected the lights to go out, so powerful was her questioning.

The Male Chorus responds (again this is an excerpt):

“It is not all. Though our nature’s still as frail and we still fall and that great crowd’s no less Along that road endless and uphill; for now He bears our sin and does not fall and He, carrying all turns round stoned with our doubt and then forgives us all.”

I can’t blame Daevyd Pepper –the Male Chorus in the MY Opera production—that his answer seemed feeble and inadequate, given that the world Britten lived in at the time of the opera’s composition in the 1940s wasn’t precisely tolerant or forgiving. Even now rapists are enabled by a society quick to question any claims by women, making it so painful for women that many attacks go unreported. I felt no consolation in this Christian gloss upon the story, a bland series of platitudes to push me back to the agnosticism of my teens, when I didn’t go to church. Was Britten sincere, or is this a coded passage from a homosexual who was unable to frankly say what he felt to a more unforgiving world back in the 1940s? His depiction of violation is so electrifying, his depiction of shame and degradation so heart-breaking, that the Christian parts seem astonishingly lame in comparison, as if the composer were trying to say “don’t believe any of this, the truth is in the brutality of man”.  And as a society we have yet to answer.

Music-director Natasha Fransblow led a very tight performance, including percussion effects with the piano above and beyond her excellent pianism. Stage Director Anna Theodosakis made a very believable tableau of violation in the secular world of a story transposed to a more recent time via costuming designed by Lisa Magill; but I suspect Theodosakis shares my ambivalence towards the opera’s preaching, her own sermon placing the focus upon consent and rape rather than faith and redemption.

The final performance of The Rape of Lucretia will be on Sunday May 1st at 2:30 pm in the Aki Studio in Daniels Spectrum.

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Carmen Encore

The second cast in the Canadian Opera Company’s Carmen production directed by Joel Ivany brought us into a more realistic world than what we’d seen in the opening night’s cast.

This is a cast that’s physically beautiful, from the heroic profile struck by David Pomeroy as Don José, the powerful voice & presence of Clémentine Margaine’s Carmencita (delivered with a proper Spanish accent in the dialogue), the statuesque beauty of Karine Boucher and the effortless charm of Zachary Nelson as Escamillo the bullfighter. That’s in contrast to the more symbolic impact of the first group, whether in the distant stillness invoked by the interpretation of Russell Thomas as Don José, the occasionally introspective Carmen of Anita Rachvelishvili, or the big Escamillo of Christian Van Horn. Where the first cast put me in mind of a conceptual encounter between virginal innocence (Micaela & Don José) and arrogant experience (Carmen & Escamillo), which is to say something theoretical and in the mind, the second cast seemed more genuinely sexual, more at ease with their movements and with their bodies.

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Clémentine Margaine as Carmen and David Pomeroy as Don José in the Canadian Opera Company production of Carmen, 2016. (photo: Michael Cooper)

This is also a cast whose French is mostly better than the other cast, more intelligible and more expressive with their text, which shouldn’t be surprising when the female leads were given to a pair of Francophones.

We heard wonderful power in the voices. Margaine’s voice is a wonderful instrument, particularly rich in the middle, and seamless from top to bottom. David Pomeroy’s voice is blossoming beautifully, sometimes employing a careful focus to save vocal resources, but blazing hot when he cut loose. Boucher is a very sympathetic performer who wins over the audience, while Nelson seemed to be having fun throughout.

Having heard this production  twice, I am a bit conflicted about the work of conductor Paolo Carignani, whose tempi are on the fast side. While I usually like that, I felt the entire cast was more than a bit in awe of him. Is it my imagination, or did the chorus stand together throughout in clumps, staring at the conductor for fear of missing a cue..? He seemed to be battling his soloists at least a couple of times, although the big ensembles –for instance the Act II quintet—were of course very tight: while the singers hung together in a group staring at the conductor. The results sounded pretty good, the orchestra responding throughout with a clean crisp sound. And in fairness I saw lots of give and take during Pomeroy’s big aria and Margaine’s Habanera. But when in a pair of performances I see singers off by a couple of beats, I’m inclined to wish the conductor would adjust rather than the singers. Yet it does sound wonderful on the whole (as I said, I’m conflicted).

And even though i knew it was coming, Act IV was still a fresh & vivid creation.  Both casts offer something valid & original.

Carmen continues at the Four Seasons Centre until May 15th.

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Colourful Kensington

Late this afternoon, hungrier than I’d expected to be, I found myself at the corner of Oxford & Augusta.

The Morrocan Stew I consumed at Urban Herbivore left me full.  That should have been enough.

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But then I noticed the new place across the way.

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And I knew I wasn’t 100% full, or at least that there was room for something more.

Hm…. grk ygrt as in “Greek Yoghurt”?

I didn’t read the menu so much as dream aloud.  “Do you have something combining almond butter and banana?”

And my eyes wandered to the signage, as I heard words confirming my wishes…

And i heard her mention chocolate…(!)

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Of course I had to try it.

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This little write-up can’t possibly capture the experience of eating, but at the very least I can show you some pictures.  Look for the dazzling colours painted onto the stairs.

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It tastes as good as it looks.

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A Carmen that ends differently

When I’ve missed opening night I try desperately to avoid reading other reviews, a sort of anxiety of influence. Social media makes it tough when you see headlines proclaiming the brilliance of that show: as I saw on Facebook concerning Joel Ivany’s new Carmen with the Canadian Opera Company, that I saw this afternoon in its second performance. When I encounter this much fanfare I resist – out of perverse obstinacy—insisting that I be moved and not influenced by what anyone else thinks, even when (especially when?) I already admire the director.

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Director Joel Ivany

I’ll aim to avoid spoilers so that I don’t steal any of Joel’s thunder. This is the man whose young company Against the Grain Theatre accomplishes a curious sort of alchemy, through a modern adaptation + translation, or “transladaptation”, managing to be new without violating the text. His new version of Cosi fan tutte, namely A Little Too Cozy comes to Toronto next month.  He is a big reason for the buzz I felt in the theatre.

But this Carmen is not a transladaptation. In fact for three acts it’s a very conventional reading of Bizet’s Carmen, not terribly different from previous versions of the opera that we’ve seen.

Then for Act IV, Joel Ivany the radical takes over.  In fairness, we’re set up for that ending in the first three acts even while staying close to the text as written.

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Simone Osborne as Micaëla and Russell Thomas as Don José (Photo: Michael Cooper)

Simone Osborne is Micaëla in this cast (there’s a second cast I’ll be reviewing later this month). Can we call it a love-triangle, when one girl is the epitome of sex while the other stands in for conservative wholesomeness, family values and has been selected by Mom? that’s the challenge Micaëla faces both in winning the man’s heart and in winning our sympathies, even if this was likely a totally different sort of dynamic for the family audience in 1875 than now. The last time I saw this production Micaëla was done in such a way as to seem bold (or even feminist?) in visiting her lover Don José and in pursuing him into the mountains in Act III, singing an aria about facing her fears.  She was admirable and the music was moving, even if it didn’t really correpond to what Bizet likely expected. I believe Osborne was closely directed by Ivany, doing the most basic thing in the text: to make her seem young, virginal, vulnerable, and especially (in Act III) afraid. Her courage in her big Act III aria is not a denial of fear but rather the acceptance of her terror while believing God will protect her, a different emphasis taking us directly back to the text. Even a little kiss on her forehead in the first act from José is a big deal. Emphasizing this simple element about Micaëla changes the arc of the entire opera.

By implication Don José is then also more of an innocent, likely also a virgin, helping to explain why he is so totally out of his depth with Carmen. By contrast, not only are Escamillo the bullfighter & Carmen a pair of experienced lovers, both alluding to others they have loved, but they are public personas who boldly address groups of people in their arias.  How can José possibly compete with that kind of flamboyance? Russell Thomas is the naive José, overwhelmed by passions he’s never felt before, becoming a very believable romantic volcano, eventually spinning out of control with frustration and rage. The voice reminds me of James McCracken, who starred opposite Marilyn Horne in Leonard Bernstein’s seminal Met production and the first great recording of the Opéra-Comique version (employing dialogue, like this production). The voice has incredible projection even if –like McCracken—he has a quirky way of singing some vowels; for instance the second syllable of “Carmen” sounds like “ayn”, or the French word “plus” (as in “tu ne m’aimes plus”) becomes more like “plee”. But wow does this voice carry, and he has wonderful conviction at every moment.  Someday i’d like to hear him sing Wagner or perhaps Verdi’s Otello.

The two larger-than-life performers certainly deliver. Anita Rachvelishvili’s Carmen sails through her performances to crowds –such as the Habanera—without much difficulty, but also without engaging me at a level beyond her big persona. I was won over by her softer scenes, such as the fortune telling scene of Act III and especially in her duet with Thomas to end the opera. The voice projects even when she sings softly, the moments that I found most persuasive, whereas I found the big numbers a bit generic for my taste, and indeed felt that Ivany and the chorus were trapped in her aura for those moments. Better in a smaller part was her toreador, namely Christian Van Horn, although it’s a role that works whether you’re likeable or not, and in this version Van Horn gave us an enjoyable Escamillo, with a ringing voice and lots of swagger.

What’s so different about the end of this Carmen, and how can I talk about it without giving it away? Let’s just say that John Allemang – interviewed by the Globe and Mail recently about life as an extra—and his colleagues come to the fore. Bringing the last act of this opera to life –an act that can seem predictable– is Ivany’s greatest achievement. Some of it is simply a matter of being creative with the opera exactly as written. The other divergence is at the very end, a tiny change that doesn’t violate the plot even as we’re left with something different from any Carmen I’ve ever seen. See if you can watch what Thomas and Rachvelishvili do with the ending without being moved. I was blindsided, and will only spoil the ending confessing that I’ve never cried at the end of this opera before, never felt such a strong sense of tragedy.

Not like this.

The cast is full of Canadian talent. Alain Coulombe offers a fleshed out version of army captain Zuniga. Iain MacNeil has the necessary flamboyance for Dancairo, the smuggler leader, accompanied by the more soft-spoken Remendado, the ever smiling Jean-Philippe Fortier-Lazure. Sasha Djihanian and Charlotte Burrage as Frasquita and Mercedes –the gypsy girls who seem to function as Carmen’s backup singers—were regularly pressed into action by Ivany, whether wielding dance moves in Act II, rifles in Act III, or all dressed-up for the bullfight in the last scene. In the first and last acts we have the pleasure of watching the Canadian Children’s Opera Company, alongside the COC Chorus. Should I offer my expression of gratitude to Alexander Neef for the Canadians onstage? Perhaps, yet they could do better. My dream is that unless we’re seeing a real star onstage, the default position of the COC should be to hire a Canadian. While Van Horn –an American—was good, there are Canadians who could have sung this role. I will set aside consideration of the two leads – Russell Thomas and Anita Rachvelishvili—who were wonderful, even if there may be Canadians who can undertake the starring roles. Both of the women playing Micaëla (today’s Simone Osborne, and Karine Boucher in the other cast) are Canadian, as is David Pomeroy the Don José in the other cast.

Paolo Carignani led a brisk and energetic reading of the score (the way I like it). And as I have mentioned, a whole different cast takes the stage April 20th who may offer a different interpretation. Carmen continues at the Four Seasons Centre until May 15th.

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