11 Dec 2005
Gwyneth Jones - In Concert
Sorry my friends, but since I retired as a TV-reporter I forgot a lot of technical know-how, which to be fair never interested me very much.
The Sixteen continues its exploration of Henry Purcell’s Welcome Songs for Charles II. As with Robert King’s pioneering Purcell series begun over thirty years ago for Hyperion, Harry Christophers is recording two Welcome Songs per disc.
In February this year, Albanian soprano Ermonela Jaho made a highly lauded debut recital at Wigmore Hall - a concert which both celebrated Opera Rara’s 50th anniversary and honoured the career of the Italian soprano Rosina Storchio (1872-1945), the star of verismo who created the title roles in Leoncavallo’s La bohème and Zazà, Mascagni’s Lodoletta and Puccini’s Madama Butterfly.
Collapsology. Or, perhaps we should use the French word ‘Collapsologie’ because this is a transdisciplinary idea pretty much advocated by a series of French theorists - and apparently, mostly French theorists. It in essence focuses on the imminent collapse of modern society and all its layers - a series of escalating crises on a global scale: environmental, economic, geopolitical, governmental; the list is extensive.
Amongst an avalanche of new Mahler recordings appearing at the moment (Das Lied von der Erde seems to be the most favoured, with three) this 1991 Mahler Second from the 2nd Kassel MahlerFest is one of the more interesting releases.
If there is one myth, it seems believed by some people today, that probably needs shattering it is that post-war recordings or performances of Wagner operas were always of exceptional quality. This 1949 Hamburg Tristan und Isolde is one of those recordings - though quite who is to blame for its many problems takes quite some unearthing.
The voices of six women composers are celebrated by baritone Jeremy Huw Williams and soprano Yunah Lee on this characteristically ambitious and valuable release by Lontano Records Ltd (Lorelt).
As Paul Spicer, conductor of the Royal Birmingham Conservatoire Chamber Choir, observes, the worship of the Blessed Virgin Mary is as ‘old as Christianity itself’, and programmes devoted to settings of texts which venerate the Virgin Mary are commonplace.
Ethel Smyth’s last large-scale work, written in 1930 by the then 72-year-old composer who was increasingly afflicted and depressed by her worsening deafness, was The Prison – a ‘symphony’ for soprano and bass-baritone soloists, chorus and orchestra.
‘Hamilton Harty is Irish to the core, but he is not a musical nationalist.’
‘After silence, that which comes closest to expressing the inexpressible is music.’ Aldous Huxley’s words have inspired VOCES8’s new disc, After Silence, a ‘double album in four chapters’ which marks the ensemble’s 15th anniversary.
A song-cycle is a narrative, a journey, not necessarily literal or linear, but one which carries performer and listener through time and across an emotional terrain. Through complement and contrast, poetry and music crystallise diverse sentiments and somehow cohere variability into an aesthetic unity.
One of the nicest things about being lucky enough to enjoy opera, music and theatre, week in week out, in London’s fringe theatres, music conservatoires, and international concert halls and opera houses, is the opportunity to encounter striking performances by young talented musicians and then watch with pleasure as they fulfil those sparks of promise.
“It’s forbidden, and where’s the art in that?”
Dublin-born John F. Larchet (1884-1967) might well be described as the father of post-Independence Irish music, given the immense influenced that he had upon Irish musical life during the first half of the 20th century - as a composer, musician, administrator and teacher.
The English Civil War is raging. The daughter of a Puritan aristocrat has fallen in love with the son of a Royalist supporter of the House of Stuart. Will love triumph over political expediency and religious dogma?
Beethoven Symphony no 9 (the Choral Symphony) in D minor, Op. 125, and the Choral Fantasy in C minor, Op. 80 with soloist Kristian Bezuidenhout, Pablo Heras-Casado conducting the Freiburger Barockorchester, new from Harmonia Mundi.
A Louise Brooks look-a-like, in bobbed black wig and floor-sweeping leather trench-coat, cheeks purple-rouged and eyes shadowed in black, Barbara Hannigan issues taut gestures which elicit fire-cracker punch from the Mahler Chamber Orchestra.
‘Signor Piatti in a fantasia on themes from Beatrice di Tenda had also his triumph. Difficulties, declared to be insuperable, were vanquished by him with consummate skill and precision. He certainly is amazing, his tone magnificent, and his style excellent. His resources appear to be inexhaustible; and altogether for variety, it is the greatest specimen of violoncello playing that has been heard in this country.’
Baritone Roderick Williams seems to have been a pretty constant ‘companion’, on my laptop screen and through my stereo speakers, during the past few ‘lock-down’ months.
Melodramas can be a difficult genre for composers. Before Richard Strauss’s Enoch Arden the concept of the melodrama was its compact size – Weber’s Wolf’s Glen scene in Der Freischütz, Georg Benda’s Ariadne auf Naxos and Medea or even Leonore’s grave scene in Beethoven’s Fidelio.
Sorry my friends, but since I retired as a TV-reporter I forgot a lot of technical know-how, which to be fair never interested me very much.
But while I wrote, produced and presented a weekly historical show, I always got the complaints of my directors when I wanted them to use footage from the late seventies and the eighties that recorded events for archival purposes. They sighed that even B/W kinescope was better than the colour video of those ten years. When one looked at it in the nineties the picture was always somewhat murky and the colours already partly whitewashed. Therefore I don’t think buyers of this DVD should lay their complaints with VAI for a less than perfect picture. They probably made the best of it and it’s not that this issue is not acceptable; only that we are now used to perfect razor sharpness. On the other hand the sound is full and fine; no mean feat if one has ever had the experience of working in a big church with the sound reverberating from all kind of unsuspected corners.
At the time of the recording Dame Gwyneth was 52 years of age with a career of 26 years behind her. She was still known to be an exciting performer who didn’t care too much for musical accuracy as the voice could be somewhat wild after many years of the most strenuous roles in the repertoire. In those years I heard her several times at her motherhouse, the ROH Covent Garden, where she indeed made a fine impression and where she had an extraordinary group of diehard fans (not only for musical reasons; “contrary to some aloof singers, she is so chatty” one of them told me). Jones starts her recital with the well-known Tannhäuser and immediately one is struck by two features: a big wobble (not a vibrato) in the voice and a high register that goes badly flat from high B on. The first problem gradually declines as the voice warms up (and one gets a little bit used to it too) but the second one is by that time a fixed feature of the voice and Dame Gwyneth simply takes it as a fact of life and doesn’t let that limitation be an obstacle in her choice of repertoire.
Next she sails on to the Lady’s entrance, one of the great voice-wreckers with its leaps, jagged rhythms and a climbing sequence that dwarfs almost all other soprano solos. But by that time the voice is far more steadfast and as there are no long legato phrases Jones comes through with flying colours. She doesn’t stop with the aria itself but adds the cabaletta as well. By the time she deals with “Pace, pace, mio Dio” the voice is pure and strong though in this piece it becomes clear she no longer has a real pianissimo or even mezza-voce: mezza-forte is the most she can throttle the engine down into. Tosca is sung rather indifferently but she really comes into her own in “In questa reggia.” There she gives her all and as the aria includes the part of Calaf as well (played by the orchestra alone) she has often time for a good deep breath so that she gushes out a new phrase with house rattling amplitude. The church comes down.
Singers are often in love with a piece of music that suits their voices not at all. After an aria where she wins all hearts with a show of pure brutal strength she wants her programme to end with one that demands all kinds of qualities she no longer has: a fine lovingly spun out legato and a sound that varies between whisper and a short forte. Jones tries to tune the voice down for Lehár’s Vilja-Lied but doesn’t succeed. When she tries there are some sharp overtones and there is no sensuousness in the voice at all. But as always she gives full value: no shortened version most singers use in recital but the two full stanzas.
Her encore is the hit of that moment: Memory from Cats and one is surprised to hear her struggle with the piece. She often simply and not very well says the words as the tessitura of the song lies to low for her and she is not able to reach the high notes if she transposes it upwards. All in all, not an absolute winner but still an interesting DVD that has the great advantage of being a real concert, including warts and all but — o happiness — no dubbing.
Jan Neckers