December 06, 2009

December 6, 2009: Note to Self on Outcomes

I promise myself I will keep this short. I think I can, I think I can, I think ...

As I was looking over my program notes from yesterday's review, I realized I had left out part of what I had intended to write. With cutting and pasting, and then trying to limit the writing in length and still post it before I had to attend rehearsal, I left out part of what I intended to note: the absolutely charming interaction between the Dance Master, Leslie Tay, and Zerbinetta. As my friend had pointed out that night, and I agreed, Mr. Tay had a radiant energy on stage.  I believed he was a dance master. With the irritation of yet another call and hang up, I had one of those senior moments and out went the thought from my head. Gone! Vanished! Then occurred an "aha" moment. Maybe all those grants I've applied for and contests I've entered and not won, are really not about the quality of my work. 

I have been consumed in my weaker moments by thoughts that my work is not good enough, anybody who knows anything will think it is terrible, etc. ad infinitum. I believe we all go through this. Not all the time, of course. Sometimes I think I am at least adequate and perhaps good. Sometimes I don't care one way or another.

What if, just like in the instance of my writing the review of yesterday, my not being mentioned or winning was simply an oversight that had nothing to do with the quality of my work? What if it just happened randomly? What if when a decision was being made, the cat decided to throw up on the new rug? Or the adjudicator spilled a whole cup of scalding coffee into his lap, or even simpler, he/she got a phone call? Then the person or panel rushes on to the next applicant. When there are hundreds of applicants, what if the panel just spaces out between applicant 285 and 287 and I'm 286?  Whatever the outcome was, it really might have had nothing to do with me. What a novel concept!

December 05, 2009

December 5, 2009: How Much Wonderful Music!

As all my readers know, Brooklyn Repertory Opera is producing my next opera in 2010.  I have attended three of their past shows and last night, as a birthday present, I attended my fourth production, Ariadne auf Naxos, in an English translation courtesy of the Seagle Music Colony. In the three previous productions I have attended, there has been an unevenness. There would be some really glorious moments sandwiched between several, or even many moments which were less than glorious. This was not the case with this production.  All of the singers were at a minimum, more than adequate. In certain cases, they were equal to those of the Metropolitan Opera. This production, in spite of low budget costumes (which worked, however) and the minimal set with masterful background projections of artwork by Barrett Cobb, was in music and staging, equal to any good regional company.

I have seen Ariadne several times, and it has never been my favorite of the Strauss operas. I learned the role of Zerbinetta as a young singer, and later when I came into my real voice worked on Ariadne.  Both are fiendishly difficult as are all the parts, at least to learn, if not to sing.  The Hoffmannsthal libretto, if you can actually understand the German and all of the many subtle jokes, is, of course, brilliant. However, one needs to be more than fluent. The text flies by like the wind, the singing is often in the stratosphere and the orchestration is often heavy. Just as a personal prejudice, I absolutely cannot tolerate women who moan and groan and the character of Ariadne does plenty.  In some productions, that part seems to go on forever until we get to the more lively parts with Zerbinetta and the commedia dell'arte members. However, last night was a revelation. The libretto was witty, much of it intelligible despite the inherent problems, and I for one, was in such a good mood after the Prologue, that the moaning and groaning of the opera portion was actually beautiful. I listened carefully instead of squirming in my seat until it picked up again. I had never heard it that way before, and that my dear friends, is what small opera companies are about. That, and watching the company and individual singers grow.

For those of you who do not know or understand the New York opera scene, there are so many, many superb singers with nowhere to sing because there are just too many for the actual demand. Hence, there are many small opera companies that do opera on a low budget, some on an almost non-existent budget. No company gets to be much without favorable reviews. In New York, there are a small handful of reviewers and many, many concerts and operas to be reviewed. The competition for this review space ends up being between all the small companies, the Metropolitan Opera, New York City Opera, Carnegie Hall events, Lincoln Center events, and so on.  Throw in BAM in Brooklyn, and you can see how the chances of getting reviewed are pretty slim. So even though I am peripherally connected to Brooklyn Repertory Opera, I am going to attempt to give a fair and impartial review.

A star on the rise is conductor Francesco Lecce-Chong. He opened the Prologue, conducting masterfully, intelligently, but more importantly, with sensitivity and compassion beyond his years. The orchestra responded in kind. The Brooklyn Lyceum does not have an orchestra pit, so at times, certain singers were a bit overwhelmed, but for the vast majority of the time, the singers were very much adequate to the task of being heard over some of the heaviest of the orchestration in spite of the cavernous, unadorned space of the Brooklyn Lyceum. Yes, there were a few out of tune moments in the orchestra, but only a very few. Orchestra and singers worked together to produce beautiful music as opposed to the usual sometimes subtle, sometimes very obvious, war for dominance. The staging, by company Executive Director Brett Wynkoop, was imaginative, funny and, just plain worked. It was respectful of the difficulty of the singing, the fact that the orchestra and conductor are both stage left rather than center, and allowed the individual personalities to show through their roles, while maintaining a cohesive whole. 

Of particular note, was the singing of Kathleen Keske in the title role. I dare anyone to hear the role sung better anywhere. Also, outstanding, and again equal of anyone anywhere was Jay Gould as the Music Master. Lauren Phillips did an entertaining and commendable job of singing the fiendishly difficult role of Zerbinetta. She has a stunning dramatic coloratura voice, is a fine actress and overall, sang very well. The only small quibbles were that the cadenza was a bit rushed and the trill on a high D did not quite come off. To be fair, by the time these two points come, the singer is lucky to still be standing, and the role goes on from there. In this opera, both for Ariadne and Zerbinetta, one needs to be a long distance runner and not a sprinter.  They both got a gold medal in this olympics. 

Also of note was Shawn Thuris in the helden-almost counter-tenor role of Bacchus. Marissa Tarangelo presented a dashing figure in the role of the composer. She sang and acted the role very well, although at certain times the lower part of her range was covered by the orchestra. Alexander Weaver performed the speaking role of the Majordomo and sang Brighella. Mr. Weaver is an outstanding character tenor and a fine comedic actor. Also very entertaining were John Torres as Harlequin, Ronoldo Appleton as Scaramuccio and Dominique Rosoff as Truffaldino. Exemplary ensemble work was found between the commedia dell'arte characters and Zerbinetta, as well as in the three women, Barrett Cobb, Alison Zwecker, and replacing an ailing singer, Mary Silverstein, in the roles of Dryad, Naiad and Echo, respectively.  Noticeable in the small role of the lackey was Scott Andrew Hutchins who has sung several compromario roles with BRO. He has made steady progress forward in both his singing and characterization.

This particular cast can be heard again on December 13, and an additional cast on December 6 and 11.  This opera is well worth traveling to Brooklyn to hear.

December 03, 2009

December 3, 2009: Get in to the Habit

I'm not going to list the number of days until the production of The Veil of Forgetfulness because it will strike too much fear in me.  However, I will tell you to save the date for Brooklyn Repertory Opera's gala benefit to help pay for artist fees and costumes for this production.  Stay tuned for more information on Get In To The Habit, a festive evening of divine women, wine and song, January 25, 2010, 7:30 p.m.  I should be posting a nifty little postcard here soon with all the details. 

The last time I participated in a fundraiser was 2005 for my opera A.F.R.A.I.D. We really had a good time, as did the audience. At least we think they did because they were still clapping and yelling for more at close to midnight. We were very surprised and gratified. Since that seemed to work, we will be following a similar format. More about that next time when I post the visuals. Translated: I have not written the one hundred word blurb for it yet, nor secured the visuals in final form, nor gotten approval of the fiscal sponsor on the language used! 

Can anyone tell me why it can take about an hour for one person to write a couple of thousand words and hours and hours for my editor and I to distill it down to one hundred words?  Something seems disproportional in that formula, but nevertheless, that is they way it is.