Category: Daily Dispatch

  • NYCO: Will the Phoenix Rise Again?

    NYCO: Will the Phoenix Rise Again?

    Is it possible the phoenix is about to rise again?

    For decades, New York City Opera was always the other, upstart opera company at Lincoln Center. From 1966 to 2010, it made its home at New York State Theater, across the plaza from the more venerated Metropolitan Opera.

    While NYCO could not compete with the larger budgets and star-power of the Met, it was not unusual for it to excel its establishment neighbor – which could often be encumbered by its larger space and more ponderous productions – through creative artistic solutions and investment in unusual and neglected repertoire. Furthermore, NYCO provided a launchpad for many singers who went on to international careers and graduated to the Met itself, among them Placido Domingo, Samuel Ramey, José Carreras, Carol Vaness, and of course Beverly Sills. Sills served as NYCO’s director from 1979 to 1989.

    Approximately one-third of NYCO’s repertoire was devoted to American opera. Among works to have received their first performances by the company include Aaron Copland’s “The Tender Land,” Robert Kurka’s “The Good Soldier Schweik,” Robert Ward’s “The Crucible” (recipient of a Pulitzer Prize in 1962), Jack Beeson’s “Lizzie Borden,” and Ned Rorem’s “Miss Julie.”

    The company also presented a number classic musicals and served as a springboard into the opera house for Leonard Bernstein’s “Candide.”

    Despite its decades of artistic success, in 2008, it was revealed the organization was struggling against serious financial difficulties. After 45 years, it would depart Lincoln Center to perform in a variety of New York venues, including the Brooklyn Academy of Music, until its seemingly inevitable bankruptcy in 2013. (Ironically, it was in 2008 that billionaire David H. Koch donated $100 million for the renovation of New York State Theater. The space has since borne his name.)

    In 2016, the company was revived under new management, NYCO Renaissance Ltd. The new NYCO returned to Lincoln Center with a performance of “Tosca,” not at Koch Theater, but at Jazz at Lincoln Center. Since then, it has maintained something of an itinerant existence, in recent years maintaining its presence mainly through recitals and park performances. It has not given a staged performance since the world premiere of Ricky Ian Gordon’s “The Garden of the Finzi-Continis” in 2022.

    Now the company seems poised to begin a new era. Conductor Constantine Orbelian, who had been the organization’s music director since 2021, was promoted to its executive director in September. The first concert under his administration will not be a staged opera, but rather an ambitious program to be presented at Carnegie Hall under the title “Music of Survival: A Celebration of Survival and Perseverance Told Through the Universal Language of Music.” The evening will include Mieczyslaw Weinberg’s Suite from “The Last Inch” and Fantasy for Cello and Orchestra, Erich Wolfgang Korngold’s rarely-heard Cello Concerto, conceived for the Bette Davis film “Deception,” and the U.S. premiere of Gennady Rovner’s “Metamorphosis” Symphony. The concert will take place on February 24 at 8 p.m.

    This will serve as preamble to next season, which will highlight a fully-staged revival of William Grant Still’s opera “Trouble Island.” The work, with a libretto by Langston Hughes and Still’s wife, Verna Arvey, focuses on the rise and fall of Jean-Jacques Dessalines, leader of the Haitian Revolution, the only slave rebellion in history to successfully establish an independent nation.

    “Troubled Island,” the first work by a Black American to be performed by a major company, in 1949 (after having been withdrawn twice in 1945 and 1948), was a great success with the opening night audience, receiving 22 curtain calls. Critical reaction was not as kind. Years later, Still’s daughter Judith claimed the work’s positive reception had been undermined by institutional racism. “Howard Taubman came to my father and said ‘Billy, because I’m your friend I think that I should tell you this – the critics have had a meeting to decide what to do about your opera. They think the colored boy has gone far enough and they have voted to pan your opera.’ And that was it. In those days, critics had that kind of influence.”

    Still had already achieved unprecedented recognition in his field for a composer of color, having also been the first Black American to have had a symphony performed by a major orchestra, the first to have had a symphony performed widely, the first to have conducted a major orchestra, and much later – three years after his death, in fact – the first to have an opera (“A Bayou Legend”) broadcast on national television, as late as 1981. During his heyday, Still was widely hailed as the “Dean of Afro-American Composers.” But for some reason, a Black man in the opera house was evidently perceived by influential forces as an audacious step too far.

    In 2006, Judith Still organized the heartbreaking story into a 600-page book she compiled from original documents, “Just Tell the Story: Troubled Island.” I ordered it in 2021, from William Grant Still Music, which is owned and operated by the composer’s family, but have yet to read it. I will do so before attending next season’s performance. Hopefully the planned revival will not be hampered or dismissed because of anti-DEI initiatives. While I agree that music and composers should rise or fall according to their individual merit, they should also be given the same opportunities as their peers. From what has been allowed to reach the public, Still has long proven himself an important voice in American music. Sadly, it’s only in the wake of George Floyd that many of our musical institutions are finally giving Still the platform he has so long deserved. I think he would be shocked to know his music is now being played by most of the country’s great orchestras.

    NYCO was founded in 1943, offering affordable opera out of New York City Center, on West 55th Street, formerly a Masonic temple, converted into a performing arts center by New York Mayor Fiorello La Guardia and City Council President Newbold Morris. La Guardia dubbed it “the people’s opera.” As previously indicated, the company moved to Lincoln Center in 1966, the same year the Met opened at its new digs. (Since 1883, the Old Met had been located at 1411 Broadway.)

    Unfortunately, I missed the glory days of Sills and her associates, but in the 1990s, I would travel in to New York with my best friend to catch NYCO performances of rarely-staged operas by Korngold, Sir Michael Tippett, Ferruccio Busoni, and Paul Hindemith. This would have been during Christopher Keene’s tenure. Keene had conducted at NYCO since 1970, and I am greatly indebted to him for some highly enjoyable and musically stimulating afternoons at the theater. Later, I learned of Keene’s personal demons, which made his energy and professionalism all the more remarkable. Sadly, he died of complications from AIDS in 1995 at the age of 48.

    Buoyed by the excellence of these productions, I brought my parents, who were not “opera people,” but were curious, to see Arrigo Boito’s “Mefistofele.” Tito Copabianco’s classic production had propelled both Norman Treigle and Samuel Ramey to superstardom, but regrettably by 1994, it was looking a little threadbare and sad. At least it had an orgy and some horses (though not in the same scene).

    Orbelian says he also plans to resurrect Pietro Mascagni’s “Isabeau.” You can read more about it here:

    https://apnews.com/article/new-york-city-opera-constantine-orbelian-c4b9260c0ca4d5dbb8caf326de81a430

    Music of Survival at Carnegie Hall on February 24

    https://www.carnegiehall.org/Calendar/2025/02/24/The-New-York-City-Opera-Orchestra-Music-of-Survival-Works-by-Weinberg-Korngold-0800PM


    PHOTOS: William Grant Still and baritone Robert Weede, behind the scenes of “Troubled Island;” and New York City Opera’s Constantine Orbelian

  • Mozart Overexposure and Rediscovery

    Mozart Overexposure and Rediscovery

    I’m a jaded old bastard, but a fair one, I hope, so I’ll be the first to admit I haven’t always given Mozart a fair shake. There have been times when I’ve had the privilege to attend an all-Mozart concert, and I’ve taken a look at the program and rolled my eyes. What a jerk thing to do. One of the greatest composers who ever lived, whose gift to posterity has been one of sublime beauty, and I’m that ungrateful? The fault, dear Brutus, is not in Mozart, but in myself.

    Part of the problem is that he’s so damned overexposed. Mozart is everywhere. How often in movies has “Eine kleine Nachtmusik” been used as shorthand to signify stuffy lawn parties thrown by the snooty rich? Yet, as a teenager, the music delighted me so, I remember bringing the record with me to school. (The bulk of the album was devoted to the “Jupiter” Symphony.)

    Mozart makes our babies smarter. He’s had chocolates named after him. He’s underscored romantic interludes in “Elvira Madigan” and jealous rivalry in “Amadeus.” He’s reminded prisoners of the persistence of beauty in “The Shawshank Redemption.” His music has been used to sell cars, sneakers, and coffee. It’s been quoted, sampled, and parodied. It’s been assimilated into a collage of our collective cultural detritus.

    On the surface, It’s so easy to digest. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Much of our greatest art tends to appeal on more than one level. It’s accessible on first acquaintance, but it’s also capable of conveying more profound truths. The more you live with it, the more it reveals. That’s what makes it “classic.”

    Beneath the enchanting veneer of beauty, conjured with seeming inevitability – an ordered universe, always fresh, out of the Enlightenment – Mozart reminds us of our humanity, plumbing emotional depths and scaling spiritual heights, affirming the meaning of our existence in manner that cannot be captured in words, all the while delighting the ear.

    The first opera I really got to know (after devouring Gilbert & Sullivan) was “The Magic Flute.” The last concert I ever heard with my mother was of the last three symphonies. I’d go so far as to say that “The Marriage of Figaro” saved my life. For an entire month, I had the great good fortune to work as an intern on a professionally staged production with some major singers, and I got to know the score extraordinarily well. The music was like a life buoy tossed to me across the centuries at a time I struggled to keep my head above choppy waters. To this day, it remains my favorite opera.

    Of course, Mozart has been around for a long time, and as human beings, one of our more regrettable attributes is that even the most breathtaking vistas tend to lose their grip on our attention if we see them every day. We decorate our walls with artwork and pictures and memorabilia, but how often do we notice them? We play music on the radio, but how often do we focus enough to truly listen? It’s nice to have these things in our lives, of course. They lend color to a workaday existence. But we tend to be creatures of the moment, and it doesn’t take much to divert our attention.

    Mozart, we are undeserving of your gifts. Thanks for everything, and happy birthday.

  • Oscars Disappointment & the Decline of Film Scores

    Oscars Disappointment & the Decline of Film Scores

    This year’s Academy Award nominations were announced on Thursday, and I can’t say that they got me all that excited. Not that I’m one of those people who moans about how their favorite film wasn’t nominated, and this is why no one watches the Oscars anymore, and its very existence is no longer relevant. The awards aren’t about pleasing Joe Blow, or they shouldn’t be; they’re about those in the industry recognizing the achievements of their peers. Unfortunately, the ceremony also happens to be tied to a costly television broadcast, and a healthy swathe of air time at that, so the Academy is sensitive of the need to generate ratings.

    When Hollywood was operating at its peak, with major stars, and major studios backing a nice variety of films in great quantities, it all worked out very well. There was glamour and opulence and a sense of occasion, and viewers were pretty much guaranteed a good show, with excellence eliding with popular taste. Now the majors mostly crank out sausage for the masses and the actors no longer possess a mystique generated by studio-backed PR machines that would have once elevated them to the status of demigods.

    Most of the nominees now are films produced by coalitions of smaller studios, often with limited distribution. If they’re backed by Netflix, they’re often released for a week in New York and L.A. to qualify for Oscar consideration, and then yanked to take their intended place as content on a streaming service that tired people put on over dinner at the end of a long work day. It’s a miracle that any of them can generate any buzz.

    Once upon a time, I would get excited to see a movie, anticipate seeing it in the theater, become immersed in the experience, and then think about it afterwards. Now the streaming service won’t even allow the end credits to play through before it jumps to the next item. We’re living in an era of quick and disposable gratification. Nothing has any sense of resonance or purpose anymore. It comes down to too much technology, too many choices, and too little attention span.

    Last night, I streamed “Emilia Pérez,” without any previous idea of what it was about. For the record, it’s billed as a French musical crime comedy; however, it’s mostly in Spanish, and while it could certainly have played as farce, there is nothing in it that is even remotely funny. Well, perhaps unintentionally so, in some of the musical numbers. Was it a good movie? Ultimately, I think so. I thought moments in the first half hour were laughably bad, but it took me a while to buy into the premise. All the same, it didn’t strike me as Best Picture quality.

    Nor was there any reason I could discern that it should have been a musical. (The screenplay is based on an opera libretto written by the film’s director, Jacques Audiard.) I did find the story compelling, and because of the novelty, the performances too. I’m not sure it would have had the same effect had I read anything about it beforehand, but on its own, it kept me interested for its 2-hour, 10-minute running time. Personally, I had no objection to the content – the history of the movies is full of examples of films that reflect their respective zeitgeists – but I can see how it would be a lightning rod for conservative ire. It’s not exactly the kind of film that would have been made with Glenn Ford!

    What was most depressing to me about this year’s nominees were those for Best Original Score. A few years ago, I was among those who voiced their indignation when the Academy tried to sheer a number of the categories, including that for film-scoring, from its telecast. Now, only a few years later, I wonder what’s the point? And I don’t think it’s just a matter of the nominees not pleasing Joe Blow (in this case, me); it’s a matter of most film scores these days being fairly anonymous. Remember how, once upon a time, there would be albums devoted to the great scores of such and such a year? Now, you couldn’t possibly fill two sides of an LP.

    Think for a moment about “Gone with the Wind,” “Mutiny on the Bounty,” “Lawrence of Arabia,” “Doctor Zhivago,” “Romeo and Juliet,” “The Godfather,” “Star Wars. Countless classic films all tied in people’s memories with their indelible music, an entire branch of the industry left to wither on the vine, as budgetary concerns and lack of viewer discernment have allowed the art of movie scoring to degenerate. Why does the category even exist anymore, as most scores these days are mostly sound design? A bunch of background droning and percussive effects altered or even generated electronically, so that they would be impossible to duplicate by any orchestra performing anywhere under standard concert conditions.

    Of course, historically, most voters and certainly most viewers can’t seem to tell an original score from a song-dominated musical (for example, “The Wizard of Oz” or the more recent classics of Disney’s animation renaissance of the 1990s). So “Wicked” stands a good chance of snagging the award. On the other hand, if the voting members of the Academy want to think they’re supporting something edgy and contemporary, it could go to “Emilia Pérez.” But really, the music in those films is likely better served in the Original Song category.

    Here are this year’s nominees for Best Original Score. The only other one of the films I’ve seen so far is “Conclave.” Volker Bertelmann’s music certainly does attract a lot of attention to itself, and thank God (it is, after all, a Vatican movie), it’s not just sound design, but oh my, it is terribly overbearing…

    • BEST ORIGINAL SCORE *

    “The Brutalist,” Daniel Blumberg

    “Conclave,” Volker Bertelmann

    “Emilia Pérez,” Clément Ducol and Camille

    “Wicked,” John Powell and Stephen Schwartz

    “The Wild Robot,” Kris Bowers

    • BEST ORIGINAL SONG *

    “El Mal” from “Emilia Pérez,” Music by Clément Ducol and Camille, Lyric by Clément Ducol, Camille and Jacques Audiard

    “The Journey” from “The Six Triple Eight,” Music and Lyric by Diane Warren

    “Like a Bird” from “Sing Sing,” Music and Lyric by Abraham Alexander and Adrian Quesada

    “Mi Camino” from “Emilia Pérez,” Music and Lyric by Camille and Clément Ducol

    “Never Too Late” from “Elton John: Never Too Late,” Music and Lyric by Elton John, Brandi Carlile, Andrew Watt and Bernie Taupin


    PHOTOS: When film scores were film scores! Clockwise from left: John Williams, André Previn & Elmer Bernstein, Ennio Morricone, and Dimitri Tiomkin

  • Spanish Classics on The Lost Chord Radio Show

    Spanish Classics on The Lost Chord Radio Show

    Hola! This week on “The Lost Chord,” I’ll be dipping deep into the archive for a 2007 show devoted to Spanish classics from the Naxos catalogue.

    We’ll enjoy rarely heard works by Joaquín Rodrigo (his “Preludio para un poema a la Alhambra,“ from 1928), Basque composer Jesús Guridi (“Asi cantan los chicos” – variously translated as “So the boys sing” or “Thus sing the children” – settings of poems by Juan Carlos Gortázar, from 1915), and Antonio José (“Sinfonía castellana,” of 1923), whose life was cut tragically short by the Spanish Civil War.

    Few of us have the time, money, or motivation to hop the Atlantic for the weekend. Happily, as always, music is a passport to a wider world. I hope you’ll join me for “No Spain, No Gain,” on “The Lost Chord,” now in syndication on KWAX, the radio station of the University of Oregon!


    Clip and save the start times for all three of my recorded shows:

    PICTURE PERFECT, the movie music show – Friday at 8:00 PM EST/5:00 PM PST

    SWEETNESS AND LIGHT, the light music program – ALL NEW! – Saturday at 11:00 AM EST/8:00 AM PST

    THE LOST CHORD, unusual and neglected rep – Saturday at 7:00 PM EST/4:00 PM PST

    Stream them, wherever you are, at the link!

    https://kwax.uoregon.edu/

  • Sweetness & Light Solo Instrument Showcase

    Sweetness & Light Solo Instrument Showcase

    This week on “Sweetness and Light,” musicians step out to strut their stuff in a collection of lighter works for solo instrument and orchestra.

    Some of the pieces will be well-known, some perhaps not. We’ll enjoy a trumpet overture derived from a film score by Franz Waxman, a scherzo by the swashbuckling pianist and composer Henry Charles Litolff, a polka for bassoon and orchestra evocative of a grumpy old bear by Julius Fučík, and more.

    A highlight will surely be a cello concerto by Arthur Sullivan, later of Gilbert & Sullivan fame, that was destroyed by fire but reconstructed decades later, largely from memory, by Sir Charles Mackerras.

    One is the loneliest number, as the old song goes. So put your hands together for soloists stepping into the “light music” spotlight, on “Sweetness and Light,” this Saturday morning at 11:00 EST/8:00 PST, exclusively on KWAX, the radio station of the University of Oregon!

    Stream it, wherever you are, at the link:

    https://kwax.uoregon.edu/

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