Mitridate, re di Ponto
When I was fourteen I was discovering the joys of The Cure and silk boxer shorts (they were the height of soffisteekashun for me then). When Mozart was fourteen he was writing his fifth opera. But who had the better underwear?
Before this concert performance was scheduled I have to admit that I had never heard of Mitridate, re di Ponto. So, being the increasingly worryingly opera anorak I am becoming I decided to buy a copy. Instead of buying from my local shop, Amazon, I decided to buy it at an even cheaper price, and it arrived after the performance took place. Does this really matter? Not really, but at least I can get that particular moan off my chest.
What of the performance? I hear you, well, okay, I hear myself asking.
Having suffered last year's Rossini concert of sleep inducing music (sorry Carlo) I wasn't too excited about another performance of a rarely performed piece of work. The reason why pieces are rarely performed are that they are, well, usually crap.
But I was looking forward to hearing Aleksandra Kurzak singing live for the first time, and also Charles Mackerras was the stick waver for the evening so my reservations were left on my doorstep. I'm glad that I did.
Okay, so the opera isn't one of Mozart's best, but once my ears had grown accustomed to the sheer number of arias that were being sent their way I found myself not directing my attention towards the surtitles (usually a big yes-yes for me with unfamiliar works) but instead I simply enjoyed the music making on the stage.
It's now the point of my invention / desecration of musical terms. Look away now if you're easily embarrassed by a person's ignorance.
Of the singers on the stage Kurzak (Aspasia) was my favourite. She had a bell clear voice that seemed to sit above the orchestra and responded effortlessly to the demands of the music. Her coloratura was a joy to listen to - light and surefooted. On a final note - great dress!
Karl Lagerfeld will now move on to the rest of the cast.
Emma Bell was suitably strong in voice in portraying Sifare and her duet with Kurzak was probably the highlight of the evening. I hope that she will return sooner rather than later to WNO. Someone who has returned sooner is the mezzo Marianna Pizzolato (she was a wonderful Cenerentola in the previous season). She may not possess the purest top of other mezzos, but she certainly gave her all and drew the audience into her web as Farnace. Bruce Ford, no stranger to the role of Mitridate having recorded the role with ROH, gave an assured, if sometimes strained performance. Completing the main roles Laura Mitchell (Ismene) provided some serious competition to Kurzak as being my favourite singer of the evening. She gave a wonderfully controlled performance that exuded class in abundance. Of the lesser roles Joanne Boag (Arbate) once again displayed a voice in need of bigger roles - she has a recitative voice to die for, as does Robin Tritschler (Marzio). It will be interesting to see where his career will take him.
So the conducting. I'm an absolute novice at this, and Charles Mackerras obviously isn't. I'll stick to - great job! And the same goes for the orchestra also!
And there it is - my first review. I hope that in time I'll be able took back and think - "That was awful." The review - not the performance.
Sunday, 7 June 2009
Friday, 5 June 2009
Welcome to the operatic hair salon
Hello to anyone who has fallen on this blog.
And apologies for those people looking for a hairdresser.
I will, before long, begin work on this blog, but first of all a quick run down of who I am, and what it is that this non-hair blog is all about...
I was born on - okay, I won't begin at the beginning.
I'm a man with hair who likes opera and classical music (among other forms of music). My main stomping ground is Welsh National Opera, although I do travel to Covent Garden and mainland Europe to catch certain singers strutting their hairdos.
I'll admit straight away that I have no musical training whatsoever, and will probably insult the intelligence of many people during the writing of this blog - but please keep in mind that I'm not a blogger who prefers to tear down productions for the sake of it, but rather I'm a bloke who hopes to share / impose (take your pick) my thoughts on performances I'll be seeing.
So be prepared for the crap use of musical terms, the invention of many new musical terms and the generally rambling, amateurish nature of my reviews.
First up - Mitridate, re di Ponto!
...please note, I may be a day or two in blogging my thoughts on the performance.
...okay, make this a week as the Cardiff Singer of the World competition is about to start and, well, I've got work to do as well...
And apologies for those people looking for a hairdresser.
I will, before long, begin work on this blog, but first of all a quick run down of who I am, and what it is that this non-hair blog is all about...
I was born on - okay, I won't begin at the beginning.
I'm a man with hair who likes opera and classical music (among other forms of music). My main stomping ground is Welsh National Opera, although I do travel to Covent Garden and mainland Europe to catch certain singers strutting their hairdos.
I'll admit straight away that I have no musical training whatsoever, and will probably insult the intelligence of many people during the writing of this blog - but please keep in mind that I'm not a blogger who prefers to tear down productions for the sake of it, but rather I'm a bloke who hopes to share / impose (take your pick) my thoughts on performances I'll be seeing.
So be prepared for the crap use of musical terms, the invention of many new musical terms and the generally rambling, amateurish nature of my reviews.
First up - Mitridate, re di Ponto!
...please note, I may be a day or two in blogging my thoughts on the performance.
...okay, make this a week as the Cardiff Singer of the World competition is about to start and, well, I've got work to do as well...
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