Another grim narrative of the Gelb years, and one I think is generally hogwash, is that the Met has (at least in theatrical terms) lost its way entirely. Those with a little less flair for offstage drama will at least acknowledge the success of an easily agreed upon core of imported productions that, in contrast to that alchemy or perhaps origami whereby successful theater directors are meant to be folded into successful opera directors, have actually marked a period of great creative innovation in the house. Read more »
Apparently, opera fans got the bright side of the bargain: say “Macbeth” in the theater and you court cataclysm; utter the name in the opera house and, as often as not, you merely predict disappointment. Read more »
Pyrotechnics abound when Angela Meade stars in Opera Orchestra of New York’s production of Donizetti’s tragic love story, Parisina d’Este, conducted by OONY founder Eve Queler on May 4, 2016 at the Frederick P. Rose Hall at Jazz at Lincoln Center. OONY last performed this opera in 1974 starring Montserrat Caballé. The remaining cast features a group of young international artists including American tenor Aaron Blake in the role of Ugo, Chinese baritone Yunpeng Wang in the role of Duke Azzo, Serbian bass Sava Vemic in the role of Ernesto, and American Soprano Mia Pafumi in the role of Imelda. Don’t miss this thrilling, rare Donizetti gem.! Remaining tickets are on sale at the Jazz at Lincoln Center box office. Read more »
There were rumors all day in the usual places, on the search string: Philip Glass, Lincoln Center, OWS. The opera, though hypnotic, passed quickly, and Glass took a curtain call, got a hero’s welcome. Well, we thought, he can’t be both places at once. Read more »
It’s a sad story, really. Debussy and Maeterlinck had what the kids would call Major Drama over who was to sing Melisande (Mary Garden vs. the person you’ve never heard of) and so Maeterlinck didn’t see Pelleas until years after Debussy had died, so he never got to be like “word!” or, I suppose, “mot!”
Elektra occupies a special place in the Met’s rep, in a cheap way. It’s no easier to cast than any number of things that inspire well-rehearsed refrains of “put it away for fifty years,”* and really over the last quarter century many a somber compromise has been made in casting. What sets it apart is that folks seem willing enough to lie back and think of Mycenae while Gabriele Schnaut humps the leg of Strauss’ towering score, content to soak in the piece under any conditions.