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April 30, 2008

Daniela Dessì Climbs "La Opera Delle Opere", Ignores The Ghosts Of Normas Past: Norma @ Teatro Comunale di Bologna, The Full Review

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ok, ok let's get it outta the way:

Giuditta Pasta, Giuseppina Ronzi De Begnis, Maria Malibran, Giulia Grisi, Antonietta Fricci, Jenny Lind, Teresa Tietjens, Maria Vilda, Euphrosyne Parepa, Maria Peri, Eugenia Burzio, Giannina Russ, Ester Mazzoleni, Bianca Scacciati, Gina Cigna, Maria Caniglia, Maria Callas, Renata Tebaldi, Joan Sutherland, & Montserrat Caballé.

[not to mention Eleanor Roosevelt, Kate Summers Stratton, Edna Garrett, Dolly Parton, Golda Meir, Paris Hilton, Angela Merkel, & ur mom.]

Whew!

Now that the list of "All The Divas In The Universe Who Have Done The Best Norma Evar" (And Remember: UR Favorite Norma Sucks) is more or less out there (feel free to add whomever you want to the list), let's keep that garlic wreath handy to exorcise the various "Ghosts Of Normas Past" and let's move on to last night's Norma at Teatro Comunale di Bologna.

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Opera Chic tackled the high-drama night, Daniela Dessì's first Norma, decked out in the girl equivalent of a bulletproof vest -- a vintage Chanel black cashmere shell, Diane von Furstenberg black puff skirt (with pockets...omg how we <3 that skirt!!). With classic Valentino black Mary Janes and the trusty midollino vintage Gucci bag. A shiny black Fay windbreaker to protect us from the naughty, chilly weather (it's still mild, fall-like weather around here, no summer for Italy yet).

The big drama of the night of course is that Norma is the Mount Everest for sopranos, and it's a merciless, merciless role that offers one very thin air to breathe, if at all -- it puts your voice (and your acting skills) under a microscope and shines a huge spotlight and then examines everything, blowing-up every problem, every blemish up like 10x -- coloratura, firm tops, phrasing, agility, and of course, teh powah. All in a role that's incredibly demanding emotionally, too. We won't even get into Bellini's reckless disregard for the physical limitations of the human vocal range and his own near-sadistic score markings: "con tutta la forza"; "con tutta la passione"; "così forte che scoppia una vena nel collo" -- omg lol well, we actually invented that last one, which translates in Italian as, "So loud as to bust a vein in your neck" -- but, I swear, the rest are indeed true.

Not to mention that the part of Norma is, in fact, quite low, with incredibly tough acuti. And every difficult moment of Bellini's style is there, blown up the the extreme.

It's unsurprising that Dessì -- wisely, we think --  waited until she was fifty-years-old to tackle the monstah (she mentioned in an interview in the Italian press the need for "vocal and emotional stability" if you hope to do Norma, that she called "la opera delle opere", the "opera of operas", justice).

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Dessì won the game, yes -- not without difficulty, tho'...because OC had witnessed her sing effortlessly through other roles -- singing Adriana Lecouvreur, Manon Lescaut, & Tosca, which are roles that she owns completely, much more than other sopranos with bigger brand names and fatter record contracts could even dream about-- and we she is certainly the best Cio Cio San of the last 15 years, easily, at least since Madame Kabaivanska retired Butterfly from her repertory.

But her Norma, while very good, even excellent at times, did not not achieve anything like the effortlessness of her marquee roles. We never thought we'd see la Dessì sweat under her costume, but we did. Oh my! The result -- cell-phone sabotaged "Casta Diva" included (see post below) -- was vocally convincing and emotionally very touching last night (hers is a heartbroken, betrayed Norma who behaves with quiet dignity, not exactly the unhinged diva other sopranos have attempted in a vain attempt to portray you know who, la Maria) but this is a role that may be too taxing for anybody to do so often. She didn't really push only because she has all the experience and the technique to negotiate the hairpin turns of the role.

Obviously, to speak of the recent Normas Past, we all heard the Guleghina disaster and Fleming admitted she coulnd't do it in the unforeseeable future, and the sheer thought of Netrebko (whom we otherwise really, really like) doing a Norma production sends us clutching our cans of Citrosodina; La Ceci Bartoli is a mezzo who only did "Casta Diva" in the studio as, more or less, a vanity project, and is too smart to do more than that; Mariella Devia herself, the goddess of a flawless singing technique, one of the most roundly, well-prepared sopranos of recorded history, can do choice Norma bits in concert, but the whole enchilada -- even with the traditional cuts of da capos, etc -- on stage is a wilder, untamed beast.

And last night was only Dessì's absolute debut, she'll certainly grow more into the role -- but she avoided all the horrible traps, and ended up victorious.

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(above: lobby of Teatro Comunale di Bologna)

Of Dessì's Pollione, super-sweet boyfriend Fabio Armiliato, a wonderful tenor with a seriously cool repertoire, we only have good things to say -- he did push a bit too hard at times, but in tune with the romantic, heart-broken Norma, he gave the interesting portrait of a puppyish, if immature, Pollione -- someone you can easily believe falling for both women, more an indecisive romantic than a thuggish cad (Opera Chic has already admitted last night in her instant teaser review that she prefers her Pollione more thuggish, but maybe it's just her).

As Adalgisa, we rilly rilly liked American mezzo Kate Aldrich so much we're posting about her tomorrow separately, to give her the space she deserves, because this is Dessì's post -- she earned the right, in a way.

Daniela & Fabio played on their home turf, with a very loving audience, so their repeated ovations must be considered in the light of that, too, but there is no doubt that they gave us a beautiful night of singing and acting, without silly fears of the ghosts of the past, because they know that history is now, and even the biggest fan (Dessì has a huge Callas poster hung in her own living room) must know that the world, here & now, belongs to the living.

We don't know whether conductor Evelino Pidò opted for the traditional cuts of Bellini's score or this was an agreement with the singers (even a ruthless "come scritto" conductor such as Riccardo Muti opted for the cuts in his 1994 Norma at Maggio Musicale, btw, for the record -- Opera Chic, when it comes to Norma and many other things, is a Marinuzzi girl).

No, the real problem we had with Pidò's work is that he should have known that in a very small theater such as Bologna, in a Bellini score, the brass drowns out the strings incredibly quick, and even if you cannot mute the brass (the great, unsung Bruno Campanella even does away with trumpets and trombones in Capuleti), you really have to be more careful than he was -- the too-brassy moments ruined so much of his otherwise nice, stable work. And the pacing must also be controlled with incredible care -- the occasional, too-sudden increases in speed should have been handled with more care. To be blunt: if his orchestra couldn't adhere to his markings, he should have relented instead of slightly (but audibly) ruining the phrasing on so many occasions -- you go to the opera with the orchestra you have, not with the orchestra you *wish* you had.

We loved -- unlike some other spectators -- the scenery, which were paintings by the late Mario Schifano. The originals had burned down with Teatro Petruzzelli back in the 1990s (the irony, Norma sets that burn down) so these were replicas from the maestro's original sketches. But the staging by Federico Tiezzi was incredibly static, the neon tree in Act I was just lame and stingy, and some of the sets looked like they had been recycled from some other production (we did like the Romans in Napoleonic uniform and the white, 2001 Kubrickian effect of Norma's 18th Century sparse furniture...but the otherwise adorable, big-haired kids playing with a toy train, not so much).

At the end of the taxing night, racing home towards Milan, realizing that as tired as OC was from the long drive, while suffering through the unseasonably chilly air, there was no way anyone could have been half as exhausted as la Dessì...who ran like the Iron Man marathon equivalent of a soprano role. Since Norma is like the wii of the opera world, OC will be perfectly content playing with her xbox & ps3 for the next decade.

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(Above: a shot of balconies in Balonies)

Nicola Piovani Named Chevalier de l’Ordre des Arts et des Lettres

Italian composer (and Academy Award winner) Nicola Piovani Named Chevalier of the Order of Arts and Letters. Opera Chic's maddest props to the maestro.

A Cell Phone Rings In The Sacred Wood: Norma Stares It Into Submission, Daniela Dessì Triumphs As Norma Despite Hi Tech Sabotage. OC Reports From Bologna

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Opera Chic just spent a delightful night in Bologna, where at Teatro Comunale, that sweet little stylish shoebox of a opera house, Daniela Dessì made her debut as Norma.

First things first, because this is just a very late night teaser pawst -- OC is tired and after the day trip & excitement she needs her 16 hours of beauty sleep now, full review coming tomorrow -- we witnessed a case of sabotage that's so sneakily evil we hadn't really thought possible.

Bravely tackling for the first time that throat-busting role, Dessì -- who tonight gave us a sensitive, interesting, beautiful portrait of Norma, with just a few little caveats we'll tell you about in the full review tomorrow -- had to tackle an appalling case of sabotage.

Just a few bars into Casta Diva, literally moments before Dessì was about to start singing the first Norma of her life, a cell phone started ringing from a box, stage right.

The electronic replica of an old skool European telephone, a loud, echoing -- and we quote here:

RRRINGGG... RRRINGGG... RRRINGGG... RRRINGGG... RRRINGGG... RRRINGGG...

Actually, after the second ring, in a surreal atmosphere where the audience sat in shock, with some spectators grumbling their disbelief, the conductor, Evelino Pidò, we clearly saw from our position, completely ashen-faced, and suddendly looking about 40 years older, desperately eyeballed Dessì, silently asking her if she wanted him to stop the music.

Dessì -- to her eternal credit -- quickly shook her head no, barged ahead and immediately began singing.

She basically sang her first

"Casta Diva, che inargenti
Queste sacre antiche piante"

while glaring in the general direction of the offender, essentially killing the cell phone with a Bluetooth burning glare.

After six, I repeat, six ringtones (another element that makes it quite clear it was a form of sabotage, who -- in good faith -- would actually leave their cell phone on for an eternity like that), the noise -- that at that point blared through the opera house so much it felt louder than the orchestra -- finally stopped.

And Dessì finished her aria, bringing the house down in a monster ovation.

More tomorrow about Dessì, who -- heroism in the face of obvious sabotage aside -- gave an excellent performance in a nightmarishly hard role. About her boytoy Fabio Armiliato, a very good Pollione (he sang with great precision and drive, even if his acting was, for our taste, a bit too sweet, even puppylike at times -- OC likes her Pollione to be a bit more thuggish). And about the revelation of the night, young American mezzo Kate Aldrich, a sensitive Adalgisa with beautiful colors, really enviable Italian diction (without overcompensating her "R"s with chainsaw-like gusto the way so many singers whose native language is English regularly do when singing in Italian) and pitch-perfect acting skills.

We'll also write moah about the not-so-great parts of our night at the Bologna opera -- Evelino Pidò's problems with shaping those sneakily difficult Bellini melodic lines, the very static staging (not saved by the late Mario Schifano's big trees frequently looming over the action) and Rafael Siwek's Oroveso, blessed with huge volume but at present it actually amplifies his shaky technique, at least in this role. 

All of this, amd moah, tomorrow.

OC spaketh. Now sing along with her,

I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It
But I'm Gonna Set It Straight, This Watergate
I Can't Stand Rocking When I'm In Here
Because Your Crystal Ball Ain't So Crystal Clear
So While You Sit Back and Wonder Why
I Got This Fu*#ing Thorn In My Side
Oh My, It's A Mirage
I'm Tellin' Y'all It's a Sabotage

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April 28, 2008

NOT Photoshopped

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I'm not captioning this, sorry.

Additional, video evidence that OC didn't Photoshop this, is here:

WSJ: Osmin "the face of fundamentalist Islam"

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Die Entführung according to the Wall Street Journal:

Only Osmin remains unchanged. He is the face of fundamentalist Islam

Tonight on the O'Reilly Factor: "Gioachino Rossini Allegedly Spotted At Jeremiah Wright's Church".

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On the same paper, thankfully, Terry Teachout offers a welcome return to rational thought:

"Copland in Hollywood"

Where he suggests a Copland Film Festival, a seriously awesome idea that Opera Chic, proud Copland fangirl, happily endorses.

April 27, 2008

'Do you want me to look like [expletive] Groucho Marx?': Maggie Smith, Joan Sutherland, Angela Gheorghiu & David Bowie: All The Primadonnas of Peter J. Hall's Career

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"These days," sniffs Hall, "it's the fashion to do opera in bluejeans and tank tops. This cheats the public. You have to listen to the music and what it says to you. It is certainly not saying 'bluejeans and tank tops.' "

Maestro of costume design Peter J. Hall (actually, where's his knighthood?) shares the secrets of his 60+ years long, extraordinary international career.

April 26, 2008

It's A Boy.

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It's a boy.

(And they got married, too. They got their wedding bands in Dubai -- and one hopes her corporate sponsor, a famous jeweler, gave them at least a discount).

April 25, 2008

Salonen's Last Dance in Orange County: LA Phil Years Coming To A Close

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Sunday afternoon at 3, the Philharmonic Society will present Esa-Pekka Salonen’s last concert in Orange County as music director of the Los Angeles Philharmonic. It could be a while before we see him conduct in Segerstrom Concert Hall again. Yes, he has a year to go on his contract with the Phil, but the ensemble visits our clime next season with a guest conductor on the podium. And Esa-Pekka’s future conducting plans with the orchestra are sketchy.

After the concert on Sunday, the Philharmonic Society is throwing Esa-Pekka a supper

Tim Mangan will be there. E-Pek Deserves one monster ovation for all the great work he's done in California.

Big sausages aside, Gustavo Dudamel should only be so lucky.

"Ich Bin Ein Berliner": The Berliner Don't Dump Rattle, After All

This just in: the Berliner Philharmoniker decided to take the drama llama back to its stable, and chose not to dump Simon Rattle's British a$$ as previously speculated.


The Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra said on Friday that its musicians wanted to extend the contract of British conductor Sir Simon Rattle, following speculation they wanted to oust him.

Members of the orchestra "have spoken out in favour of extending the contract of its chief conductor Sir Simon Rattle which expires in 2012," a brief statement said.

Rattle and the orchestra "will now discuss what their joint future might look like after 2012," it said.

Celeste Zenaida. Why Is This Woman Smiling? Because She Bagged Simon Keenlyside

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Congrats to Royal Ballet's Zenaida Yanowsky and bebbedaddy-to-be Simon Keenlyside: they are expecting their first child together and "spending more time" in Wales, where Sir Simon (knighted motu proprio by Opera Chic with due respect to Prince Harry's grandma and to Mr. Brown) happily indulges his hobbies -- zoology, bird watching (Mozart/Schikaneder would pewp their pants with happiness), and planting Welsh bluebells and Welsh daffs, whatever the hell those might be.

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(via our favorite operatic Intermezzo)

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Notre Fureur Est Légitime: Iphigénie Goes To Strasbourg, In Leather, Renaud Doucet Willing

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Annette Seiltgen (L, Clytemnestre) and Cassandre Berthon (R, Iphigenie) rehearse the new production of Iphigénie En Aulide, Claude Schnitzler conductor, that debuts at Filature Hall in Mulhouse tonight. The 1774 tragedy is performed with the Opera National du Rhin's chorus and the Orchestre Symphonique de Mulhouse. As per director Renaud Doucet's (of the Barbe Et Doucet team, the Dolce & Gabbana of opera direction) vision, Gluck's opera, beloved by Roussseau and Kirsten Dunst (aka Marie Antoinette), takes place in a watery, 1980s Euro -discothéque Aulis, populated by characters in gray leather pants and leftover guys in suits and sunglasses from The Matrix.

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(Here you can see Avi Klemberg-Achilles in a safari suit embrace Cassandre Berthon-Iphigénie).

Doucet's money quote, read recently by OC in a French magazine, is that:

"Music doesn't exist... emotions create the music, not the other way around".

Gergiev's Easter Egg

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Opera Chic pleads guilty of having a soft spot for that big sweaty combover'd Russian mess that is Valery Gergiev, because even if he, may the Lord bless his vodka-soaked heart, can make the Pastorale sound like John Williams and Richard Strauss sound like Def Leppard, he nevertheless can make magic things happen whenever he is on. And the Lord knows magic things don't happen very often in your average concert hall / opera house.

We therefore hope that he's going to be on quite often at the big  classical music marathon that is the seventh annual Moscow Easter Festival (the Russian Orthodox Easter obv.) Valery is running.

Among the highlights, a gala concert celebrating Gergiev's 55th birthday with ex-girlfriend Anna Netrebko, Olga Borodina and Vladimir Galuzin; performances of Mahler's 7th, 8th and 9th symphonies, two evenings of ballet with the Mariinsky ballet company and Ulyana Lopatkina.

Gergiev and the Mariinsky's orchestra will also bring music to the provinces and visit Kazan, Tver, Cherepovets, Ulyanovsk, Krasnodar and Vladikavkaz.

How Artur Rubinstein Wiped His Mouth With A Cocteau Drawing, Then Gave It To Krystian Zimerman: ZimZim On Bringing His Own Piano And Boycotting America

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Jessica Duchen profiled Krystian Zimerman, our goto Chopin d00d, for the excellent Pianist Magazine: the story, full of great anecdotes, is not on the magazine's website but has been generously made available to the public by Jessica on her blawg in .pdf form.

Lots of great stuff in it -- his friendship as a young man with old Rubinstein, his BYOP plan (he Brings His Own Piano to recitals, in a van, and fixes the big beast himself -- probably sleeps under it or something, too), his plan to boycott the USA in the future on political grounds and therefore make himself more scarce in the future with American audiences (which is very lame, obviously, but then, this not being Poland in the 1950s, ZimZim is completely free to be lame).

April 24, 2008

Rattle & Out?

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First the rumors that Madge Kozena had dumped his a$$ (he says it's not true).

The the rumors that the Berliner Philharmoniker is about to dump
his a$$, too.

"The orchestra and Sir Simon are in the process of negotiating," said Stefan Stahnke, a spokesman for the Philharmonic.

"The orchestra has a very democratic tradition. It's often called the orchestra republic - the musicians decide their chief conductor themselves."

A positive vote could pave the way for Sir Simon's contract to be extended but a rejection could force him into the arms of competing orchestras.

The maestro himself says, more or less, we'll see.

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He Sure Knew How To Haendel Divas: London's Haendel House Gossipy Exhibit

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Among the copious exhibits is a transcript of the court case in which Haendel's favourite soprano, Susannah Cibber, was sued for damages by her husband on the strength of her adultery with a handsome young blade. "He let down the Turn-up Bed softly," claimed a witness. "She laid herself upon it, upon her Back, and pulled up her Clothes; her Body was bare. He unbuttoned his Clothes, hung his Bag-wig upon a Sconce, let down his Breeches, took his privy member in his Hand, and lay down upon her..."


"Haendel and the Divas
will explore the careers, rivalries, successes, failures and stories of scandalous behind-the-scenes behaviour which made the first divas the talk of 18th-century London".

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Luca Francesconi + Antonio Pappano = Hard Pace: New Music At Santa Cecilia

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With Accademia Nazionale di Santa Cecilia, this coming Saturday, Antonio Pappano will unveil with Orchestra dell'Accademia di Santa Cecilia in Rome a new work by cool-as-the-proverbial-cucumber Italian composer Luca Francesconi (former student of Stockhausen and Berio, Berio's assistant for many years, Mac user).

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The new work in question is Hard Pace
, a new trumpet concerto that will come to life thanks to (magic trumpet man and friend of Greatest Living Composer Hans Werner Henze) il maestro Hakan Hardenberger & Santa Cecilia Orchestra, under Tony's baton.

The concert is a double bill, with Francesconi and, playing second banana to the Italian d00d, an emerging German composer, one Ludwig Van Beethoven (the Ninth Symphony; more info here)

Per Un Barbier Di Qualità: Garanca & Netrebka's Bad Hair Day

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Reader "Knowbody" alerted us: this photo of Elina Garanca and Anna Netrebko demonstrates that Deutsche Grammophon has drastically cut back on the budget for hairstylists -- even for their two top girls.

What's with the extensions, indeed.

Johann Sebastian Bach's Extrafine Miso Paste

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A food company here has produced luxury miso bean paste made while music by maestro Johann Sebastian Bach played constantly during its 150-day fermentation process, company officials said.

Marujyu's Bahha no Yuraku Kyoichiraku miso bean paste will sell for 630 yen per 300-gram container, a hefty price for the healthy staple of Japanese cuisine brought about because of the composer's music.

Not as hot as the Tchaikovsky d1ldo we saw in Vienna, but pretty cool nevertheless.

(via Boston Big Dawg SoHo The Dog)

The Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra Is Back. Finally.

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About 80 symphony musicians, staff members, conductor Paavo Jarvi, musicians with children and I were wondering if we'd ever get home Saturday, as we flew from Madrid to CVG.


Janelle Gelfand reports
on the (eventually) happy return of the Cincinnati Symphony back to the USA after rawking Europe on tour -- a tour that la signora Gelfand has blogged in real time (just scroll down on her blog, it's all there).

Our favorite parts of the blog/diary: Maestro Paavo in sunglasses totally looking like Phil Collins (not a good thing); a massively dorky Lang Lang portrait; a Cincy musician stuck with a 500 dollars laundry bill in a Paris hotel.

(And yes, and if you think Starbucks American prices are extravagant, try it in Europe as long as the dollar stays in the tank).

April 23, 2008

Green Room Awards: Teddy Tahu Rhodes Is Best Male. Like, DUH!

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The male artist award went to Teddy Tahu Rhodes for Don Giovanni.

Need to know anything else?

Thought so.

Juan Diego Flórez Pwns Today's New York Times

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(above: some front-page NYTimes axxion 4 JDF)

Opera supahstar Juan Diego Flórez is all over today's New York Times -- like Tilda Swinton & the Prada Spring Fairy line, like Vanessa Hudgens & her Balenciagas, like the Olsen twins & their Louboutins. Flórez wrastled some prime front page space, as well as two separate pieces in today's Arts section.

Bernie Holland's review of the Monday night premiere of La fille du Régiment ("Counting a Tenor’s High C’s in ‘Fille du Régiment’ at the Metropolitan") described set designer Chantal Thomas's sets as  "gloomy" & "visually drab"??? Why so glum, Bernie?

Daniel J. Wakin's "Ban on Solo Encores at the Met? Ban, What Ban?" needs more editor powah, made evident by announcing that the last performed encore at the Metropolitan Opera was in 1994 during the wrong act of Tosca. According to the Metropolitan opera database, the last performed encore on the Met stage was indeed during the October 31, 1994 Levine-conducted Tosca. With Pavarotti singing Cavaradossi, it was during his ACT III, SCENE 1 aria, "E lucevan le stelle" that Levine gave Pav the go-ahead for an encore (not during the "second-act tenor aria in Tosca" as Wakin wrote). The second act's big moment is Vissi d'arte obviously NOT a tenor aria. wtf nytimes factchekkas? Jayson Blair, is that u huneystar? See below for screen shots...and pics of the print pages for all my international readers.

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(above: click 4 bigger...screenshot from the Metropolitan Opera database showing the last tenor aria on stage, sung by the great/late Pavarotti)

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Suffer, Baby, Suffer: Sven-Eric Bechtolf's Siegfried Tortures Vienna State Opera

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Captioning this dress rehearsal image of Siegfried at Vienna's Staatsoper almost melted our MacBook Air's delicate aluminum shell, so we kind of give up.

Juha Uusitalo is Der Terminator Wanderer and Herwig Pecoraro is the Mime, and Sven-Eric Bechtolf directs. Opens on April 27, 2008 at a slaughterhouse near you.

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Unrepentant Maazel: "Two Hours Of Music Accomplished More Than 30 Years Of Diplomacy"

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Earlier today in Milan, Lorin Maazel has spoken (in his truly excellent, basically perfect Italian that always embarasses this American expat) warmly of his experience conducting (the "Symphony for the Devil", per the New York Post's memorable turn of phrase) the NYPhil in North Korea two months ago (despite the heavy artillery fire of bad press the decision got him in the US press, aka "the liberal media"): "I am a musician, not a politician; but that experience taught me once again how art and music can aloow us to transced our differences. Two hours of music did accomplish more than 30 years of diplomacy to bring two different cultures together".

Maazel will conduct his own work, the Orwellian opera 1984, next month at la Scala (premiere on May 2).

Erwin Schrott Gets Sued For Breach Of Contract By Rosenblatt Recital Series: "Gross Unprofessionalism and Disrespect", "Cowardly".

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(above: 80s nerdy <3throb Doug Llewelyn is all over this.)

Daddy-to-be of the Treb Bebbe, muscle baritone Erwin Schrott, got served by the lawyers for the Rosenblatt Recital Series, that graces London with recitals of leading artists such as our Juan Diego Florez and maestro Leo Nucci. He was supposed to appear in London's Cadogan Hall on 6/11 with Philharmonia.

For our audience to be treated with such gross unprofessionalism and disrespect by Mr Schrott, on two occasions, is something that shouldn’t be tolerated.

“This is a regrettable situation, but for the reputation of my Series I cannot allow artists, with no lawful excuse, to renege on their contractual commitments.

"In the seven years I’ve been running our recital series I have been impressed time and again by the dedication of singers to their art and their public. Singers such as Mr Schrott give opera a bad name and a reputation for not caring for the people that pay to hear them sing.

“I am disgusted by Mr Schrott’s callous disregard to his contractual obligations. His behaviour is cowardly and I can only wonder if he has the guts to appear on a London concert platform as this is the second time he’s backed out of appearing here.”

Blimey guv'nor!

Just blame it all on a fishbone, Ervino. These guys sound pretty mean.

Another piece of (free) advice from OC: next time you cancel a recital, make sure the d00dz who organize it aren't lawyers, OK?

Mighty Jessica Duchen has, as always, more.

April 22, 2008

"I Am The Bird Train Catcher": Die Zauberflöte Catches Berlin's Subway

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We blogged a few days ago the production of The Magic Flute staged in a new, yet-to-be-used station of Berlin's subway system.

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Here are moah pictures, with bada$$ stilettos for our (not so few) fetish-appreciative readers:

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Killer stiletto:

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Get ur Fill of La Fille du Régiment @ The Metropolitan Opera: The Full Opera Chic Review

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(above: impromptu promo space outside of the Metropolitan Opera for La Fille du Régiment.)

We were privy to ours in Milan one year & two months ago, Vienna had theirs one year ago, and now it's New York's chance to hear the applause-inducing man-chine that is Juan Diego Flórez perform his vocal-chord-defying bravado by encoring, "Ah! mes amis, quel jour de fête!" (o hai utubes has the clip from the same production) with the "Pour mon âme" cabaletta. For this Donizetti La Fille du Régiment, Flórez belted eighteen high C’s in the span of mere minutes, and effortlessly attacked, strong-armed, devoured and digested those pesky notes.

Flórez. The man should change his name to singular form like Madonna or Elvis, Beyonce or Liberace. He's the perennial favorite, the undefeated champion of high C's. o lawdy i'm still shaking like a leaf. ok, playin. When he encored "Ah! mes amis" at the end of Act I, OC was all like 'o hai this again?' I mean, it's like kinda how Milan is at any given time 6-hours ahead of NYC, so I guess all those extra hours added up, and you NYers got your high C "Pour mon âme" encore in some weird time warp fourteen months later. :-P~~

For the Metropolitan Opera encore, Flórez hit his high C’s effortlessly and confidently, without breaking a sweat, much less staccato from the dress rehearsal, but with a definitive crystalline punch. It was delivered with a lovely bel canto that warmed and froze the clearly smitten Metropolitan audience simultaneously. After three minutes of applause he stood perfectly still with a bowed head, breaking only once to acknowledge the audience. After his amazing encore, the packed house gave him a standing ovation.

The other Flórez crowd-pleaser was his Act II, “Pour me rapprocher de Marie,” an extraordinarily paced aria that he sung sumptuously, with perfect pitch and a delicate, mature understanding, which provided a lovely contrast from his more aggressive and high-energy "Ah! mes amis". Another Flórez accomplishment of the night is his apparent weight gain, which must account for a delicious wedding cake. He looks amazing, a far cry from a sickly, gaunt, thin tenor we flinched at when we saw just three months ago at la Scala in recital.

Onto the performance: fo’reals, if u want a perfect synopsis of the operatic arc, go here to OC’s La Fille dress rehearsal review from Friday, April 18, 2008.

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Not terribly much had changed with the staging, although obvs, cast & crew gave like 125.9%. N e wais...Marco, marco, Marco: tonight's conducting by Maestro Armiliato, an unsung conductor with a passion for strong, driven performances and famous among orchestras for his memory (glancing @ scores is 4 lam3rZ) was elegant, once again...animated, sprite, infectiously joyful, but a few instances were just too muscled and large for la Dessay and the ensemble.

OC noticed that some of the visual gags had been completely cut from Laurent Pelly’s direction, and the comic relief had been overall toned down. This fared well for everyone, audience included, as when the giggling got out of hand, harsh shushing erupted from quite a few patrons. Tiny things were cut, which nevertheless went a long way to create a more seamless drama -- as opposed to the dress rehearsal with the constant vie @ visual gags that gave a disjointed, unhinged, and irritated feel to many of the dramatic moments.

The chorus still needs to spend some extra time doing crunches or drills or whatever will not make them almost drop the entire "Allons, plus d'alarmes!" on the stage floor, a moment at the beginning of Act I when OC truly thought that things were going to quickly fall apart, messy, slimy pits all over the floor. Harrowing.

What killed was the not so analogous props during Act I. Here we have Marie doing her awesomely choreographed ironing routine, "Au bruit de la guerre", and in the background are all the laundry washing tools from WWI…like the wooden slat washboard and big iron tubs...yet la Dessay is hemming away at the ironing board with a white plastic iron, something you'd pick up at Sears. It was lost on me. Is it a statement on feminism? Cuz I ain't no Gloria Steinem.

Although on paper & paychex it was JDF's night, the evening belonged to la Dessay. Flawless dialogue crackled through Act I, along with a gorgeous coloratura that she controlled even as she was carried offstage horizontally or flopped over piles of laundry. She is one of the most musically spirited singers on stage, with excellent control, flawless diction, and face it...she's just frikking kewl. She slays you with a huge voice that betrays her lithe body, unleashed at the most unexpected moments, peeling and flaying the gold leaf off the highest rows in the Family Circle. (While we're at it: Gelb, my man, during your reign, plz rename "Family Circle" to something a little edgier. I mean, what the hell? Family Circus, my Disney a$$. Rename it after one of Dante's Circles of Hell. Anything. Something.)

Dessay gorgeously belted her tireless voice throughout the gigantic armory that they call The Metropolitan Opera house, a feat which is quite a challenge stacked against the smaller, more intimate opera houses in Europe. "Chacum le sait, chacun le dit" started with confident, secure top notes, and ended without straining, filled to the end with gorgeous coloratura, soaring and rich, all the while Dessay acted-off her felty 21st Regiment pants.

Act II's "C'en est donc fait" received one of the highest regards of the evening from the audience, who threw down a chilling tsunami of brava at la Dessay. She was inundated with so much applause, that she sprung forth from the 21st Regiment, motioned for the audience to stop the applause with a decisive cut of her arms, and then leapt back comically and egregiously to her blocked-out position.

This performance, the Marquise of Berkenfield and the Duchess of Krakenthorp had toned-down the interjections of Americanisms, and Krakenthorp seemed a bit detached, less fierce, but both characters still brought the el oh els.

During curtain call, Dessay came out holding Maestro Armiliato's baton, brandishing it at the audience as she took her bows. Between acts, there were too many B-C-D celebrity sightings to relay, but before the opera began, Florez's new father-in-law was front & center on the grand staircase with a posse of fellow blonds, La Trappa looked vary dazzling in Swarovski, and many of the famous faces from the Honorary Committee were in attendance glaming-up the place (check out the names below, click 4 bigger). It was a rilly rilly random mix...Gossip Girl Leighton Meester? hellys naw. Rufus...again with his mother? Yawnz0r. Naomi Campbell in a black jacket and black pants; Stefano Pilati in a weird sparkly YSL cardigan and bedroom slippers; Chuck Close; Olatz Schanbel, designer of US$ 400 plush bathrobes and nice pj's, always a woman of breathtaking beauty, living evidence of her big fat hairy genius of a pajama-wearing husband's impeccable taste, in stunning red; Emmy Rossum in sky-high heels and a sweet black puffy dress; and UFO-like sightings of Anna Wintour, but OC didn't spy her; Susan Graham munching at the first intermission; & most disheartening of the night? JDF colleague Ramón Vargas booking out of the front doors 15 minutes before show time and rushing-off into the approaching dusk. We <3 u Vargas…stay 4 teh show!

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We at Team OC are happy that New York City can finally bask in the glow of that same magic we had @ la Scala 14 months ago, when Juan Diego Flórez encored "Ah! mes amis, quel jour de fête!" We're like the first ones who could sit through Flórez singing a triple-header of Wagner's Ring Cycle without any intermissions, but to be quite honest, tonight's encore felt like sloppy seconds.

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(above: Gossip Girl Leighton Meester @ the MET for la Fille)

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(above: Rufus Wainwright @ the MET for La Fille with his mam)

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(Stefano Pilati and La Naomi)

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(La Editrix)

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Olé for Olatz!

OMG Breaking news from Met Opera Florez encores

OC is posting from blackjack II at the intermission: Florez just gifted us an encore of - ah! 'mes amis'. Stay tuned for a full report when the performance is over.

Get Ur Fille On. Tonight.

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As of tonight, after Milan last year, after the dress rehearsal the other day at the Met, we're kind of afraid that La Fille Du Regiment may start to sound a little old, despite the presence of la Nata and our sweet lamby prince. We'll see.

Anyway, it's crunch time, again; and Opera Chic is going, and you're not.

You can listen to the high C's live here, though.

But it's good to remember that it's not all about Juan Diego, after all.

Why?

Because "Marie is her, really".

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April 21, 2008

Cello Hero: The Classical Music Videogame

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Play a new Saint Saens cello videogame, courtesy of the Berliner Philharmoniker, here.

Not as kewl as Guitar Hero, but it's a start.

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Frengo's Archives Will Remain In Florence: Introducing The "Scuola di alta formazione per le arti e lo spettacolo"

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Franco Zeffirelli, fresh from his NYC triumph at the Met (with a touch of drama, ie the thankfully aborted protest), has appeared this morning in Florence's Palazzo Vecchio to introduce to the public together with Florence's Mayor Leonardo Domenici (with Zeffirelli in the photo above) a very ambitious project, the "Scuola di alta formazione per le arti e lo spettacolo"  -- a new school for the arts -- and to generously donate to this project his entire archive of papers, sketches, costumes, letters, and his famous private library of art books, scores, and ancient volumes.

The city of Florence has now full control of Zeffirelli's archives and renovation work has already begun in the ancient Scuderie in Piazzale delle Cascine. The center will be inaugurated in late summer-early fall 2009.

Jenkins @ The TV BAFTAs

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Bewbs miracolously under control, and rawking some really, really fine Vivienne Westwood,
Katherine Jenkins @ the TV BAFTA Awards looking really pretty -- let's be fair here -- last night in London.

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To keep things in perspective, and oldie but goldie image of La Jenkins and La Church, aka The Battle Of The Bewbs (with oversize football used by Brits for a mysterious ancient game, like a pre-NFL pastime of Britannia's Barbarian populations).

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April 20, 2008

'I liked Justin, but he was too young': How La Netrebka Denied Opera A New Era Of Global Domination

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You know, all due respect to that big piece of beefy baritone that is Erwin Schrott, and big blessings to the bebbe-to-be of the Netrebko-Schrott couple, but this quote in a (bad) interview in today's Observer:

What about the rumours she had affairs with both Justin Timberlake and Robbie Williams. 'I liked Justin, but he was too young.'

made us realize that Anna, by shooting down poor h0rny Justin Timberlake's pass at her, chose not to create a new golden era of popularity for opera.

Let OC explain:

Just as we recently imagined the monster crossover appeal of Juan Diego Florez getting married to Beyoncé (we like la Trappa but the star powah just isn't there), Netrebko + Timberlake would have meant a huge goldmine of media exposure for opera.

I mean, think of Netrebka showing up with Justin at the MTV Awards, Justin sampling Berlioz, Timbaland as special guest at the Vienna Staatsoper when Justin's there in the royal box wearing a tuxedo and Anna's on stage; Rolando Villazon having a steamy love story with Leona Lewis; rappers going to la Scala to catch some lieder recital; kids going nuts for opera after seeing Jay-Z date Garanca and declare that "Haendel is gangsta"; Madge Kozena going out with (monstrously hawt) soccer star Cristiano Ronaldo;  Domingo dating Hillary Clinton. Angela Gheorghiu and Shaquille O'Neal. Lorin Maazel and Paris Hilton (just hold the secks video this time, PLEASE).

That'd mean paparazzi frenzies for opera singers; downtown Vienna like the Sunset Strip; Covent Garden as celebrity magnet, Ralph Fiennes going out with Patrizia Ciofi.

As David Beckham became known to all the people who don't care about soccer by marrying an otherwise lame, washed-up, soon-to-be-ex popstar, what opera needs to boost its popularity and crossover appeal is not opera singers doing popera records, but celebrity intermarriage.

Instead, Anna shot Justin down, and nothing of the sort happened.

In the photo below, Timberlake pining for Anna Bananna.

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April 19, 2008

La Fille, La Dessay, and the Holy Flórez: Metropolitan Opera's Fille du Régiment Dress

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(above: Flórez as Tonio, Dessay as Marie, Felicity Palmer as the Marquise of Berkenfield, and Marian Seldes as the Duchess of Krakenthorp)

Opera Chic has been talking about it since February 2007, the London critics went insane over it last winter, and over a year later, Natalie Dessay & Juan Diego Flórez in the Laurent Pelly production of Donizetti’s La Fille du Regiment, are poised to take over New York City.

OC wasn’t completely left out of the recent La Fille Fever, however, as she was in Milan in January 2007 for Scala’s highly anticipated, historic La Fille, when Juan Diego Flórez broke the long-standing ban against encores, and belted a second round of “Ah! mes amis” to the delight of the bad-boy loving opera world.

Missing from that Scala performance was Natalie Dessay, who, as we reported here, canceled her appearance as lead Marie (rumor had it, purportedly hating as much as we did the garish, dated, and frankly boring Zeffirelli production that Scala fished from storage). Instead we had a sufficient Désirée Rancatore singing the lead as Marie, who unfortunately now pales in comparison to her colleague Dessay after witnessing yesterday’s treat. Not that she wasn't any good...but gott dayyum!

To begin the open dress rehearsal (THANK U MET MANAGEMENT & the NY State Council on the Arts!) Gelb stepped out on the stage and made a few announcements, and the curtain lifted. The overture played while a flat projection took form on stage, showing gray, stacked slabs of concrete with "1840" and "La Fille du Régiment" etched across, homage to the premiere performance at Paris's Opéra-Comique that same year.

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(above: costumes on display, taken straight from the Laurent Pelly production of La Fille @ the MET.)

Listen up now and enjoy Marco Armiliato's elegant, controlled color of great understanding and tireless energy -- as the opening piece becomes one of the rare moments during the next couple of hours when the audience doesn't chuckle and guffaw unrestrained at Laurent Pelly's comedic direction or Agathe Mélinand's libretto rewrites (for OC an unfortunate mar of the entire production that decimated Donizetti's lively yet stylish score, the rare moments of subtlety inaudible over the over-achieving audience). Comedic, yes, this production brings the lawls. But the drama comes t