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Rimsky-Korsakov’s Lost Operas

Today is the birthday of Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov (Julian date Mar. 6, 1844), who wrote so much enchanting music, and yet so much of it is comparatively unknown.

In particular, his operas have failed to really secure a toehold in the West. This, despite a pre-political hot potato Valery Gergiev’s efforts to bring a taste of their opulence and pageantry to BAM, the odd touring company (the Bolshoi) bringing concert versions to Lincoln Center, or the now defunct New York City Opera putting together an English-language version of “Le coq d’or” for Beverly Sills and Norman Treigle – now almost 50 years ago!

His works for the stage are often dismissed by Western critics, who apparently find them insubstantial, as if (non-Wagnerian) folklore is somehow less valid than an evening of Italian oom-pah-pah culminating in a jester discovering his dying daughter in a burlap sack.

Be that as it may, I find what I’ve heard of his operas (and I’ve probably heard more than most) enthralling. He composed 16 in all, if we count the original version of “Mlada,” which he wrote in collaboration with other composers of The Mighty Handful.

Sadly, Gergiev’s cycle of recordings for the Philips label was curtailed after only five operas, leaving one to feel one’s way through the thickets of mostly unreviewed (at least in the West) Russian recordings. The sound quality on these can be hit and miss, and the singing can be variable, but every once in a while, one hits pay dirt.

Why is it that the most powerful recordings are from the pre-stereo era, when larger-than-life figures like Feodor Chaliapin and Mark Reizen walked the boards? If you don’t mind listening through a soup can, anything conducted by Nikolai Golovanov will knock your socks off. If ever I acquire a time-traveling DeLorean, I would make it my mission to round up some modern recording engineers and slip into the Soviet Union under Stalin’s moustache.

Happy birthday, Rimsky. We hardly know ya.

Chaliapin as the Viking Guest, in “Sadko”:

Arguably topped by Reizen!

Golovanov conducts “Christmas Eve” (complete):

Golovanov conducts “May Night” (complete):

Golovanov conducts “Sadko” (complete):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMq87z_ZkPc

March 18, 2015
Boito’s Mefistofele A Faustian Masterpiece

Richard Strauss’ final opera, “Capriccio,” is an extended, though lighthearted debate on the relative merits of words and music. In the case of Arrigo Boito, the two never really came into conflict.

As one of the great librettists, Boito provided the texts for Verdi’s late masterpieces, “Otello” and “Falstaff.” He also worked up a revision of “Simon Boccanegra” and – under the anagram Tobia Gorrio – provided the libretto for Ponchielli’s “La Gioconda.”

But Boito himself was also a composer of merit, if not a prolific one. Although he destroyed his first opera, “Ero e Leandro,” and his last, “Nerone,” was left incomplete at the time of his death (to be finished by Arturo Toscanini and Vincenzo Tommasini), he totally nailed it with “Mefistofele.”

There may be those who look down their noses at Boito’s take on Goethe’s “Faust,” yet the work stubbornly clings to the outskirts of the standard repertoire. Audiences love it. For me it is much more entertaining than anything in Verdi (I know, them’s fightin’ words) and I personally find the melodic invention much richer than that in the more popular version by master melodist Charles Gounod.

Sure, as narrative it’s a little clunky – it’s as if Boito presents the story as a series of tableaux that are just kind of stitched together – and the most hair-raising set piece, the prologue in Heaven, comes right at the beginning. How could it not be all downhill from there? But the composer has the good sense to bring it all back at the end.

What the opera really demands is a strong personality at its core, someone who, through his magnetic stage presence and sheer force of will, can haul the circus train of wonders, boxcar after boxcar, before our astonished ears and eyes.

Feodor Chaliapin, by all accounts, was just such a force. He gained wide notoriety in the title role, for his earthy interpretation and his insistence on playing it half-naked.

In the recent past, Samuel Ramey owned the piece. He too preferred to show a fair amount of skin (though less than Chaliapin) – but really, couldn’t that be said for just about any of Ramey’s roles?

Here’s the stunning – and fun – San Francisco Opera production from 1989. The first 26 minutes will knock your socks off.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AyGJyXfgFw

Happy birthday, Arrigo Boito (1842-1918)

February 24, 2015
Il Musichiere Italian Game Show

Only in Italy. A game show, on which a blindfolded contestant attempts to identify an opera singer?

Here Giuseppe di Stefano gets a doll:

Does anybody know this program? It’s called “Il musichiere,” and YouTube is full of clips. It’s definitely worth having a look at a few of them. They are nostalgic, touching, and at times downright Felliniesque.

The host is Mario Riva. How could he have died at 48, when (judging from the clips) he’s got to be at least 60?

January 21, 2015
Opera’s Dark Elf and Bird Droppings at Princeton

Only opera can promise a malevolent elf and an old man blinded by bird droppings.

Gabriel Crouch will conduct Princeton University Opera Theater, along with members of the Princeton Girlchoir and The American Boychoir, in a double-bill of Henry Purcell’s “Dido and Aeneas” and Jonathan Dove’s “Tobias and the Angel,” tonight and tomorrow at 7:30 p.m., at Princeton University’s Richardson Auditorium.

To learn more, check out my article in today’s Trenton Times.

http://www.nj.com/times-entertainment/index.ssf/2015/01/classical_music_princeton_doub.html

You might not want to sit too close to the stage when the sparrows arrive.

(To see the boys in their bird costumes, click on “The American Boychoir,” above.)

January 9, 2015
Opera Swordfights Edgardo vs Many

More swordfights in opera, please!

Here’s Mario Filippeschi as Edgardo in “Lucia di Lammermoor,” taking on multiple opponents with ease. He even pushes over a candelabra.

It all starts with “Chi mi frena”:

The film adaptation was made in 1946. On this particular print (likely transferred from video), the soundtrack is a little out of alignment. A minor distraction. Why is this not available on DVD?

Put this guy in a room with Errol Flynn and Stewart Granger!

August 30, 2014

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