
By way of a 30-seat turboprop plane and a prayer from Vienna,
OC passed the weekend in Linz to celebrate the opening of London-based
architect Terry Pawson’s new opera house, the Musiktheater Volksgarten (also, we
were dying for a hit of Upper Austria supermarket therapy, simpering orchestral
elasticity and fresh Danube-filtered air). Besides, after living in Italy, it’s become intuitive to
check out the cultural little leaguers – La Scala’s and Opera di Roma’s
sweet, neighboring opera houses set on pedestrian-only cobblestones such as the opera theaters in Parma,
Bologna and Torino.
Originally intended to park at the Danube, clustered with
other city landmarks like the Ars Electronica Center and the Brucknerhaus,
Pawson rallied for an accessible, green site as an organic,
living space so he turned to the quaint city’s Volksgarten. At the time, it
was burdened with problems – a major road cleaved/rendered it
desolate, seedy and pedestrian-unfriendly. But the city obliged Pawson and
in four years after breaking ground, the road was moved and the green was
crowned with his glass, steel, concrete and wood.

(Musiktheater's upstairs reception hall/bar)
The opera house is rooted in egalitarianism; open to the city, for
the people, lacking traditional identifiers of politically-misappropriated
opera houses -- no central VIP box (at the gala, the Linz mayor sat in the front row), no unwieldy auditorium chandelier, no proscenium
arch collage – it’s an austere, modern theater, the best grosser saal tickets maxing-out
at 60/70 euro.
Programming’s malleable, a mix of modern dance, traditional
opera, operetta and musical theater. During
the opening weekend, we took in a traditional staging of Der Rosenkavalier,
Anne Schwanewilms as the Marschallin, Kurt Rydl as Baron Ochs and Dennis
Russell Davies on the podium; an energetic, well-acted, Broadway-inspired The
Witches of Eastwick in German translation; a water-soaked modern dance to a soundtrack of Monteverdi and Purcell, Campo Amor; Philip Glass’
opera world premiere of Peter Handke’s bleak, post-trauma dystopian play,
Spuren Der Verirrten; and a cabaret-sourced,
performance-driven show, Seven in Heaven. La Fura del Baus threw a few replications of a free, one-hour Wagner pastiche, Ein Parsival, exploding fireworks and stampeding puppets at the foot of the opera house's facade, post-twilight.
The state-of-the-art auditorium meets every flex of artistic
muscle. There’s a hydraulic-driven orchestra pit, a stage that rotates on different
turntables and a backstage that can hold up to eight simultaneous productions. In the auditorium
of burnished gold, dark woods and intimate acoustics, enormous, red plush
velvet seats have large touch-screen displays that control subtitles.
Now that you’ve heard about our evenings, we’ll soon
share the daylight hours…

(The most comfortable opera house seats that have ever touched OC's butt)

(Intermission snacks -- a glass of white wine and a couple raw slices set you back about 5 euro)


(Top ticket price is around 60/70 euros)

(Wet and wild Campo Amor)

(Polish tenor Piotr Beczała sang at the gala)

(Collage of a 1853 Don Carlos staging in the upstairs hallway)