Carmen is better in translation
Consider this 1959 Italian-language blowout from Palermo, with Franco Corelli’s infiammatissimo Don José
Consider this 1959 Italian-language blowout from Palermo, with Franco Corelli’s infiammatissimo Don José
This 1961 performance from the Bolshoi is a treasure.
Don Carlo not in French, nor in Italian, but in German.
I always have professed a fondness, even an obsession, to hearing Verdi in German, especially as sung by Martha Modl.
One of the loveliest translations I’ve enjoyed was Mado Robin’s recording of La traviata.
Richard Strauss adapted Oscar Wilde’s original 1891 French libretto into a 1907 French revision of Salome, unfortunately not often performed.
Yes, you miss the champagne sparkle and lilt of the best French versions but look at what you gain by hearing these grizzly tales in ETA Hoffmann’s own language.
There are Bohèmes and Bohèmes, and it is almost a joke word these days, but the French show us how it is properly done.
This performance by Marilyn Horne has always stunned me and everyone I play it for.
Some singers only need a few seconds to show what they are all about. Listen to Ursula Hesse von den Steinen in this stunning performance to see what I mean.
One of my favorite mezzo performances is Tatiana Troyanos in Cavalleria rusticana.
One of the greatest to ever do it.
Oralia Dominguez: deranged, demented, an absolute triumph.
Remember, kids: if you sing with a “splatty” chest you’ll lose access to your top, which is why Agnes Baltsa had such a short international career.
One of the few truly great mezzos I’ve heard in the 21st century here at the Metropolitan.
Every Baroque opera could be more feral, especially when cross-dressing is involved.
Elina Garanca has moved on from roles like Angelina in La Cenerentola, but this clip from 2001 shows why she became such a big star.
Cheers to Teresa Berganza, a Cenerentola for the ages.
I have chosen “Våren” (The Spring) which is one of my favorite Grieg songs and which is sung perfectly by Anne Sofie von Otter.
From the moment she started to sing until the end, all of us sat in complete silence letting this voice engulf us.
Florence Quivar’s blend of triple cream voice and superior musical expression earned her a discography and videography to rival those of any of her contemporaries.
Sometimes, the first time you hear an oeuvre, it becomes the definitive performance for you.
An elegant rendition, and an artistically true one.
The open, skyward deliveries at the beginning and end of the aria as she addresses heaven! The mournful softness of her interceding “O mia Regina.”
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