29 Eylül 2012 Cumartesi

San Francisco Opera 2012 Fall Preview

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When the wooden planks and white roofs of society party tents start going up in the neighborhood, it is a sign that the foggy San Francisco summer is about to end, and the High Culture Season is about to begin.

The San Francisco Opera has an oddly weighted schedule this fall, probably out of a need to economize on the cost of union stagehands tearing down and reassembling repertory productions every day. September starts with one production double cast for twelve performances, followed by three operas in repertory through October and the first half of November, and ends with another single opera with a double cast for twelve performances.



September belongs to a revival of Verdi's Rigoletto in the old Michael Yeargan production which is serviceable and not much more. Though I have problems with the opera itself, particularly the deliberate cruelty of its anti-royalist story and the chirpy masochism of the innocent heroine Gilda, the music is great and the A-Cast Rigoletto is the Serbian baritone Željko Lu�ić, who is being hailed as the best singer of the role in the world right now. There's also the luxury casting of Italian bass Andrea Silvestrelli in the role of Sparafucile, the scary assassin for hire. Music Director Luisotti is conducting and will probably be fabulous in this music.



The three repertory operas start with a new production of Bellini's "I Capuleti e I Montecchi" or as the SF Opera is calling it "The Capulets and The Montagues," distantly related one presumes to the Hatfields and McCoys. The narrative follows the Italian version of the tale rather than the Shakespeare adaptation, which means that Romeo and Juliet are already secret lovers before the curtain goes up, and the two families are warring political clans. Romeo tries to bring about peace but Juliet's father is a warring badass, and you know the rest of the story with Father Lorenzo and poison and lots of bel canto singing while dying.

This production premiered last year at the Bavarian State Opera, and from the photos at the operacritic site, it looks spectacularly beautiful. The costume designer is none other than Christian Lacroix, and if he's good enough for Patsy and Edina of AbFab to worship, he's good enough for me. The luxury casting here is mezzo Joyce DiDonato as Romeo and bass Eric Owens as the bad daddy Capellio.



Sharing the stage with the Bellini is a new opera based on Melville's Moby Dick by Jake Heggie that has received reviews in Dallas and Calgary that ranged from happily surprised to rapturous. Ben Heppner shares Ahab duties with Jay Hunter Morris, and baritone Robert Orth returns in a character role. I have not been interested so far in any music that Heggie has written, but maybe this will be the revelatory moment. Or not. In any case, the world premiere production is reportedly very good simply as theatre.

This plays in repertory with Wagner's Lohengrin, the tale of a mystical knight and a swan and an evil mezzo and baritone conspiring against beauty and purity as represented by a tenor and soprano, for four-plus hours. This was the opera that sent Mad King Ludwig of Bavaria completely around the bend in his worship of Wagner. The production is from the Houston Grand Opera which coproduced it with the Grand Theatre de Geneve (click here for some production stills). The midcentury Stalinist updating by British director Daniel Slater supposedly doesn't get in the way of the medieval fairy tale story, according to reviews of the 2009 Houston production which starred this summer's Chairman Mao, none other than Simon O'Neill. San Francisco will be hearing Brandon Jovanovich as Lohengrin in his role debut while music director Luisotti will be conducting his first Wagner opera at the house. This could spell either disaster or triumph (or both).



The season ends with twelve performances of Puccini's Tosca, with Angela Gheorghiu and Patricia Racette swapping duties as the tormented diva. Even though I admire both Gheorghiu and Racette immensely, life is too short to waste time and energy at another Tosca ever again. If you are an opera newbie, it's not a bad starter opera: short, melodramatic, and with recognizable tunes. But if you have seen it one too many times, the damned thing is painful.

San Francisco Symphony 2012 Fall Preview

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The San Francisco Symphony is giving San Francisco society ladies a break this year, holding their gala opening two weeks from now on Wednesday the 19th, rather than within days of the San Francisco Opera gala opening this Friday. The schedule change is necessitated by music director Michael Tilson Thomas and his jet-setting, multi-city obligations, but Society is probably breathing an appreciative sigh of relief nonetheless.



Officially opened or not, the San Francisco Symphony is still offering two weeks' worth of concerts starting this Wednesday, with the Russian conductor Semyon Bychkov above in charge. This week he's joined by violinist Pinchas Zukerman playing the warhorse Bruch concerto followed by Tchaikovsky's Fifth Symphony. The following week is when things gets interesting. The original program announcement was for Shostakovich's 7th Symphony, the World War Two era Leningrad Symphony. For some reason, possibly just to confuse unwary arts editors who put mistakes into print forever, the program has been changed to Shostakovich's Eleventh Symphony, subtitled The Year 1905 about the Russian Revolution. San Francisco has a great Shostakovich orchestra, and it's always interesting listening to a Russian at the helm with his music.



After a week of French bonbons for Opening Week, Tilson Thomas above conducts Mahler's Fifth Symphony with a first half curtain raiser by John Adams' composer son, Samuel Carl Adams. The last time I heard MTT conduct Mahler's Fifth was in 2009, and it wasn't a very good performance, but it's impossible to tell ahead of time whether the conductor and the composer are going to be sublime together or slightly out of joint. I've heard both over the years, so let's pray it's the former.



The next week brings back one of my favorite young conductors, Vasily Petrenko above. The first half of is his program is the very serious Part and Bartok (the third piano concerto), followed by Respighi's pop trash classics, The Fountains of Rome and The Pines of Rome. If he can make those two overplayed pieces sound interesting, Petrenko will officially be proclaimed a Musical Savior.



In mid-October, the conductor Vladimir Jurowski makes his debut with an all-Russian program of Scriabin, the Rachmaninoff Second Piano Concerto, and an arrangement of the music from the Eisenstein film, Ivan The Terrible (above), complete with soloists and chorus.



On Halloween, the pianist Yuja Wang above will be playing the Prokofiev Second Piano Concerto which she will also be performing during a long tour of Asia in November with the San Francisco Symphony. After the orchestra's return, Davies Hall essentially becomes a Christmas Factory for the month of December before returning for six months of weekly music with some very cool concerts.

Opening Night at the San Francisco Opera 2012

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"You're looking great," I said to the woman above, after almost tripping over her dress at the corner of Grove and Gough on Friday evening. "And you've just made my night," she replied, telling me her name was Elizabeth.

"This has been on my bucket list for a long time," she explained. "Not going to the parties, but just attending the opera on opening night."



This was about the 30th San Francisco Opera season opener for me, either with a cheap standing room ticket or onstage as a supernumerary. From that long experience, I can confidently state that Opening Night is invariably a fun public party but tends to provide a reliably lousy audience for a full-length opera.



This is either because of unfamiliarity with the art form or because many of the society patrons are already tipsy on arrival from their pre-performance parties and are waiting impatiently for intermission and the post-performance parties to follow. (Opera House concierge Martin Dias is pictured above.) This was too bad for the performers at last night's Rigoletto, who were almost uniformly great, led by music director Nicola Luisotti in the best sounding version of the Verdi opera I have ever heard live.



Serbian baritone Željko Lu�ić has a perfect voice for the title role, and he was matched by the Polish soprano Aleksandra Kurzak who has a much darker, richer sound than is usual for the role of Gilda. Their duets were the highlight of the show. The Sardinian tenor Francesco Demuro playing that serial seducer, the Duke of Mantua, wasn't even remotely in the same league, but the great, growly Andrea Silvastrelli as the assassin Sparafucile almost made up for him. The male chorus of nasty courtiers was unusually sharp as were all the male comprimario parts sung by Robert Pomakov, Daniel Montenegro, Joo Won Kang, and Ryan Kuster.



The old Mark Lamos production designed by Michael Yeargan is still ridiculous, with the Duke of Mantua's court hanging out in what looks to be the middle of a street, and the interior of Rigoletto's house looking like an unfurnished Manhattan loft. The staging by Harry Silverstein was fairly clumsy, and the substitution of dancers for the traditional slutty supernumerary women was not an improvement, but none of that much mattered because the musical performance was so good.

The major amusement of the evening was bumping into acquaintances who were nearly unrecognizable in their fancy duds, such as Helen above who I had not seen since she was wearing a Red Army soldier's uniform next to me onstage in Nixon in China this summer.



There was also the dubious pleasure of bumping into Willie Brown, Jr. above, San Francisco's own version of the licentious, power-wielding Duke of Mantua, as he squired his companion Sonya around. La donna è mobile, indeed.

A second set of principal singers open in the same production tonight and alternate with this cast for the rest of September. There's a free live telecast on the big screen at the San Francisco Giants Stadium this Saturday the 15th, but for superb sound the San Francisco Opera House is the place to be.

RIP Albert Goodwyn

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Albert Goodwyn died about a month ago at the age of 67. He was an extraordinarily decent person who was the Captain of the Supernumeraries at the San Francisco Opera for most of the 1990s and a few years into the new century. That kind of casting job usually breeds a certain nastiness, but Albert was always the opposite, a genuinely kind soul.



There was a memorial party for Albert at a small theater complex in the Union Square area on Saturday afternoon, and the people who showed up were mostly backstage gypsies who had known and liked the man over the years. Organized by SF Opera makeup artist Denise Gutierrez (above left, with her back to the camera), the event was sweet.

RIP, Albert.

Boyish Benjy Britten at New Century Chamber Orchestra

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The New Century Chamber Orchestra opened their season with a pair of early pieces by Benjamin Britten, including the 1934 Simple Symphony which he wrote at the age of 20 after finishing an unhappy stint at London's Royal Conservatory of Music. In a letter to a Welsh composer friend, Britten wrote, "I cannot write a single note of anything respectable at the moment, and so--on the off chance of making some money--I am dishing up some very old stuff (written, some of it, over ten years ago) as a dear little school suite for strings--You see what I have come to...!" It was charming and well-played, but even though I am something of a Britten fanatic, never need to hear the symphony again because the composer's distinctive voice was missing. Bartok's mature 1939 Divertimento which followed in another well-played performance, was something of a tonic.



After intermission, we heard Britten's first great song cycle for strings and solo voice, the 1939 Les Illuminations, from a series of poems from the 1870s by Rimbaud. Sitting nearby at the concert was Patrick Vaz, and I asked him to explain who Rimbaud was to my friend Charlie in 30 seconds or less, which Patrick did very well, explaining that the wild teenage poet broke all kinds of conventions in tradition-bound French poetry, while carrying on a love affair with the older poet Paul Verlaine, before leaving France and literature for the Horn of Africa where he was some kind of adventurer/merchant before an early death.



The surreal poems tend to appeal to the young and visionary. Bob Dylan, Jim Morrison and Patti Smith were all acknowledged fans, and when W.H. Auden introduced his friend Benjy to the poet, Britten was entranced. He set a pair of the poems to music for a soprano friend Sophie Wyss before taking off on a trip to North America with his tenor friend Peter Pears. (The two are seen above on Jones Beach in Long Island, where they repaired for a while to the family home of Elizabeth Mayer, a German Jewish refugee's family who essentially adopted them.) The three years in America were a homesick, mostly unhappy time for the pair other than the fact that they fell in love and became partners for the rest of their lives.



Rather like Rimbaud, who wrote the poems while darting from London to Brussels and elsewhere, Britten finished the songs early in their North American trip between stays in Toronto and Grand Rapids and New York. The cycle evolved into an homage for his tenor lover Pears, though it can also be sung by a soprano, as it was here by Melody Moore above. Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg stated at the beginning of this concert that Moore's rendition was "definitive," but it was not. It's the Pears version, which is on disc with the composer conducting, that is definitive and everything else is just interpretation. I didn't much care for Ms. Moore, with her slight hint of shrillness and many strange faces trying to act out the poems, but the chamber orchestra was something else. Their contribution was close to "definitive," and the music has been swirling around my head for the rest of the week, with the strange, idiosyncratic tenor of Pears inserted over New Century's superb string playing.

28 Eylül 2012 Cuma

Pearls of ‘The Pearl Fishers’ at Opera San José

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By Emma Krasov

Bizet’s first three-act opera, The Pearl Fishers, wascreated in time of Western idealization of the far away exotic lands, perceivedromantic adventures, and noble sacrifices in lush ornamental environs.   It was also the time of merciless Parisian art critics,supported by the habitually demanding public, hardly ever restrained indelivering their unapologetic verdicts to all kinds of artists.   Criticized in its day, with librettists Michel Carre andEugene Cormon partially taking the blame, The Pearl Fishers continuously charmstoday’s audiences by maintaining its musical brilliance and its innocentfascination with the beauty and drama of pure theatricality.   Picked by the Opera San José for the opening of its 29thseason, the popular piece appears fresh and full of sparkle in its fourthstaging in the last two decades is a suitably-lavish décor of the CaliforniaTheatre. Love vs. vows, rivalry vs. friendship, and merci vs. mobmentality play out along the highs and lows of moral choices faced by the onstagecommunity of Ceylon pearl fishers, never seizing to excite and entertain thepublic throughout the compact, thematically saturated Bizet’s masterpiece.Joining the resident company of principal artists thisseason is Cecilia Violetta Lopez, who performs the lead part of Leila on selecteddays, with her crystal-sounding soprano of effortlessly delivered impressiverange, and significant dramatic talent. Principals Alexander Boyer as Nadir, Evan Brummel as Zurga,and Silas Elash as Nourabad create an exceptionally harmonious ensemble, seamlesslysupported by the Opera San José chorus and dancers. Conducted by AnthonyQuartuccio, with stage direction by Richard Harrell, choreography by Lise LaCour, set design by Charlie Smith, costume design by Elizabeth Poindexter, lightingdesign by Pamila Gray,  and wig/makeupdesign by Jeanna Parham, The Pearl Fishers looks like a perfect season’sopening, and a promise of other wonderful things to come.  The opera is sung in French with English supertitles and runsthrough September 23 at the California Theatre, 345 South First Street indowntown San José. Tickets at the Opera San José Box Office, by phone at (408)437-4450 or online at www.operasj.org.

De Young Gets A Taste for Modernism from Paley Collection

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By Emma Krasov

If we may assume that Picasso saw himself in his Boy Leadinga Horse – a solitary figure with no possessions, moving across an arid planeunder the blind sky, following a road only known to him, ruling a beautifulbeast – it probably won’t be a far stretch to imagine that William S. Paley,who bought the painting on the spot when it was offered to him in a skiinghotel lobby in Switzerland in 1936, also felt a definite affinity toward thesubject matter. In 1905, when the painting was created, Picasso was justentering the Parisian world of modern art, where Henri Matisse’s scandalousfame challenged him, Fernande Olivier’s big heart embraced him, and GertrudeStein’s friendship supported him, helping him realize that his Blue Period wasover, and that the future held plenty of roses for the boy and his art (horse).Paley, a son of Ukrainian Jewish immigrants, rose to power inAmerica as a broadcasting titan of the 20th century, the founder ofColumbia Broadcasting System (CBS), and made his name known in the world ofmodern art as a trustee and then chairman of the Board of The Museum of ModernArt, New York.He donated Picasso’s Boy Leading a Horse to the Museum, aswell as many other masterpieces by Henri Matisse, Paul Cezanne, Henri deToulouse-Lautrec, Edgar Degas, Andre Derain, Paul Gauguin, Pierre Bonnard, andothers from his private collection. Paley’s manner of collecting in the 1930s reflected hisindividualist spirit and his appreciation for the new art, mostly characterizedby irreverent bold colors and brushstrokes, bohemian subject matter, and theprevailing mood of pushing the boundaries of public acceptance. Characteristically, the affluent collector limited hisacquisitions in the 1950s, when the market for modernism became safe, inflated,and overcrowded by late-bloomer fans of previously dubious artists. It’s a well –documented fact that Paley was first mostlyimpressed by Cezanne, buying his Self-Portrait in a Straw Hat from the artists’son, and thus starting the private collection geared toward his personal tasteand kept in his primary residence where he could cohabit with the art he loved.Among the Cezanne paintings from Paley collection, presentedat the current de Young exhibition, there is Milk Can and Apples, a still lifethat reads like a mountainous landscape with descending horizon line, fruitscattered like boulders around the snowy peaks of a crumpled napkin, and wallpaperflowers coming out of their natural environment. It’s paintings like this – intimate in scale, denselysaturated with life (still or otherwise) that made the overall mood of Paleycollection so intriguingly pervasive, reaching out to a contemporary viewerwith the immediacy of here and now. Renoir’s Strawberries, Matisse’s Odalisque with aTambourine, Toulouse-Lautrec’s Mme Lili Grenier, and Manet’s Two Roses on aTablecloth are just a few of the significant modernist artworks  the collector felt so strongly about and keptso close to his heart and sight throughout his life.Gauguin’s The Seed of the Areoi holds a special place in theexhibition. The painting that has a long and controversial history all its own,reflects the artist’s fascination with the Tahitian landscape that he said“dazzled and blinded” him, as well as with the special beauty of the islanderwomen, the legends of the land and the lifestyle of the tribe the artistbelieved was informed of a higher truth, or the better world. If William Paley’s dream world came true in his collectionof modern art, all the art lovers in the world benefit from it today, and withthe traveling show originated by MOMA, The William S. Paley Collection: A Tastefor Modernism is currently reaching the Western frontier at the de YoungMuseum, San Francisco. The show runs through December 30 at de Young Museum, GoldenGate Park, 50 Hagiwara Tea Garden Drive, San Francisco, California. Call formore information: 415-750-3600 or visit www.deyoungmuseum.org. Images courtesy FAMSF.