If I only had a harp If I only had a harp

Capriccio skates along on a fine line between a fascinating idea-driven debate about the purpose of art in the wider world and a rather fussy narrow debate about text and music interesting only to those interested in opera as theatre.

Fair, game

The Monday, 12th December, Weill Hall recital debut of Signora Chiara Taigi, a strikingly good looking Italian soprano, who had made her American operatic debut this past March, starring as Selika in the OONY production of Meyerbeer’s long-neglected L’Africaine, was something Your Own Camille had looked forward to with a high hopes and a faintly…

Golden shower

“This is the end of Western culture,” Richard Strauss proclaimed after a rehearsal of his penultimate opera Die Liebe der Danae, in Salzburg in 1944. The octogenarian composer, increasingly on the outs with the Nazis and switched off from contemporary music currents, could well have identified with his protagonist Jupiter, a once-mighty God caught up in an off-kilter…

Reader, I shagged him

Deborah Orr (“one of Britain’s leading social and political commentators”) doesn’t know much about opera, but she does know she prefers opera to al fresco gay sex. At least I think that’s what she’s talking about in The Guardian.

Experiment in error

It is, as Noel Coward remarked, astonishing how potent cheap music is. According to Brockway and Weinstock’s World of Opera, Gounod’s Faust was performed, after a rather lackluster debut in 1859, a thousand times inParis at the Opera between 1869 and 1894—a gobsmacking average of once every nine days. 

Slow news day

After a Monday that will go down in history as “the day nothing happened,” finally we may have a bit of excitement tonight as the Met broadcasts on Sirius and the web-based Listen Live. The occasion is the season premiere of La Fille du Régiment featuring Nino Machaidze and Lawrence Brownlee, with that lovely, litigious…

Vers votre foyer qui rit: intermission feature

Talk about this, that, or the other here, cher public, in your general discussion thread for the week of December 11.

Successor

Now that the retirement of James Levine is basically just a matter of patiently waiting out 18 months of inaction, it’s about time you, the cher public, were heard on the subject of the appointment of a new music director for the Met. A couple of polls for you after the jump.  

Oh I shall be a great creative consultant!

Once again the Friday afternoon news dump reveals the Byzantine means by which the honchos and honchesses who rule the world of opera attain and consolidate their power.

Das Ende

James Levine will not conduct this spring or in the entire 2012-2013 season, says a press release from the Met.  The most apparent result of this decision is that Fabio Luisi is now officially on the podium for all three of this spring’s Ring cycles.  The complete press release follows the jump.

Teaching moment

“After putting off for a week trying to make some sense of the horrific mess that is the Met’s new Faust, I’m finally just going to give up. There are some disasters that bear writing about as what you might call teaching opportunities: this season’s Don Giovanni, for example, as a cautionary tale about the…

You may think he’s happy and free from care

“The reaction to Grandage’s Don Giovanni was revealing. For the critics, it seemed to fall between two stools: the show had been marketed as a theatrical event from a director who has won plaudits on Broadway; but what they got was something that looked, on the surface at least, rather old-fashioned.” The “dome-headed” general manager…

Anna squared

I’ve been a big fan of Donizetti’s Anna Bolena since I first heard it on recording and have always felt that it deserved a definitive recorded performance. Here’s a brief tour of why this hasn’t happened. There’s the Bible, also known as the live Scala relay with Callas and Simionato and musical cuts so egregious…

Behind the red curtain

It was indeed a curious sensation  making a late morning trek to East 59th Street, a block devoted to showro0ms for bizarre upscale furniture and lighting fixtures, and then to enter a boutique cinema specializing in Hindi films (the big coming attraction right now is Desi Boyz) — and all this before sitting down in…

Mirror, mirror

La Cieca is just back from the HD of Don Giovanni from La Scala: excellent singing through the whole cast, strong conducting (if tending to the slow side) by Daniel Barenboim, and a smart, chic production from Robert Carsen that frankly makes Michael Grandage look like an utter bumpkin. The presentation will repeat here in…

Rodelinda, regina del primo piano

I half-wanted to dislike it; my expectations were very low. Renée Fleming in the Baroque, after her very uncertain recent outings in bel canto! Let’s face it; this year, her Rossini (Armida) and Donizetti (Lucrezia Borgia) did not cover her in glory. How, at this HD relay on December 3, would she cope with Handel’s…

Broad Street Baby?

La Cieca hears that the New York City Opera is moving its administrative offices to 75 Broad Street, a location you surely remember as The International Telephone and Telegraph Building.  The a 1928 structure boasts  the mosaic dome glimpsed above, and (coincidentally) sits just across the street from the old Goldman Sachs building.

As Grimoaldo is to analogies

The superstar of recent competitions is Grimoaldo, particularly his response to the Analogy challenge. Also outstanding, his modesty notwithstanding, is Brooklynpunk, who nailed the “Interpolation” competition and is invited to enjoy the preview of The Enchanted Island tomorrow night.

“Afraid? Am I afraid?”

George Steel has called for a mediator (pictured) to attempt to summon the departed spirit of the New York City Opera. [New York Times]

Platinum blind

In case you’re wondering why there was so little drama onstage in that recent production, perhaps it’s because so much was exploding behind the scenes. Which merely adequate director tried to get that lush-voiced star canned? And which conductor was Johnny on the spot to broker a little brotherly love between the antagonists—the better to…

Someone answer the heckelphone

If you promise not to interrupt the music, cher public, you are invited to discuss any and all topic in this week’s intermission feature.

Devil’s playground

UPDATE: Blogger Out West Arts reflects on the “Occupy Wall Street” incident at the Met’s Faust last night, noting that the shouts (and various responses from members of the audience) did not interrupt the music.

Happy 18th birthday, parterre box

To think, if I’d had a kid instead, he could be out there supporting me now, or at least off at college smoking dope and getting laid.

Loisiana: a week to watch

The first full week of December is mostly, but not completely, about the Met.