The two singers were enjoying themselves, teasing and challenging each other. Seldom do concerts, especially Gala Recitals, feel as natural as private performance.
The programme was extremely well chosen, for it showcased narrative song, a sub-genre of Lieder. It was ideally suited to the occasion, and to Terfel and Keenlyside, whose opera backgrounds mean they can sing stories with vivid Èlan.
Keenlyside wasn’t well, and needed copious liquid succour – he finished a jug of water – but being a true trouper, he turned his difficulty to advantage in his performance. “Durst,Wassersheu, ungleich Gebl¸t!”, he growled in Hugo Wolf’s Zur Warnung. So we laughed with him, not at him, as he depicted the poet’s Muse’s “schmˆden Bafel”, the lines lurching as though through a drunken haze. That’s the sign of a real professional, whose artistry overcomes all.
Terfel sang Robert Schumann Belsazar op 57 (1840). More drunkenness! This time the mighty King of Babylon blasphemes and is brought down by Jehovah. Heine’s version of Belshazzar’s Feast is pithy, and the drama unfolds in the space of a few minutes. It’s dramatic stuff. Terfel, being a natural stage animal, intones the text with slow deliberation, each syllable kept distinct. “Buchstaben von feuer, und Schreib, und schwand”. You can almost see the mysterious hand writing slowly on the palace wall. He sings the lines about the soothsayers with casual tenderness, so when he sings of Belsazar’s murder, the syllables sound even more ominous.
Terfel and Keenlyside foxed the audience, too, changing the programme and keeping us alert. Schumann’s Die beiden Grenadier (op 49/1 1840) popped up unexpectedly, but it’s a great song that fitted perfectly into this programme of Lieder as mini-drama. The ironic quote from the Marseillaise worked especially well after the Muse’s wonky nightingale song in Zur Warnung. Die beiden Grenadier is witty but the humour is grim. Heine is satirizing fanatics who follow leaders unto death.
Also in place of the scheduled programme, Jacques Ibert’s Quatre chansons de Don Quichotte (1932) substituted for Poulenc’s Chansons villageoises (1942). An inspired choice, which showed the singer’s grasp of repertoire. Ibert’s four Don Quixote songs are even more colourful than Ravel’s three songs Don Quichotte ‡ DulcinÈe which were sung by Feodor Chaliapin in the 1932 G W Pabst film Don Quixote. Ibert wrote the rest of the music for the film, so his songs area deliciously ironic. Terfel must have relished doing a riposte to Chaliapin. Ibert’s songs veer (or should I say “tilt” wildly from mock heroic to mock sentimental to mock elegaic. Ideal opportunities for Terfel to camp up the humour and characterizations.
Both Terfel and Keenlyside live in Wales, though Terfel is of course a native. So Terfel sang Y Cymru (The Welshman) in what we must assume is perfect Welsh. The song, by Meirion Williams, sounds lovely in Welsh but it’s just as well — translated into English, the text is maudlin. But it’s a good song and should be a star turn. Keenlyside decided that discretion was the better part of valour and declined to sing the third Williams song in Welsh.
Instead, Keenlyside sang Peter Warlock, an Englishman who lived in Wales and was rather fond of beer and song. Keenlyside’s voice filled out beautifully in Cradle Song (1927). Warlock’s My Own Country (1927), to a poem by Hilaire Belloc, is exquisite, one of his best and most mellifluous. Belloc was writing about an imaginary country, based vaguely on Sussex, but Keenlyside made it feel as if we all belonged there.
Since this concert celebrated the beginning of a new season at the Wigmore Hall, the holidy mood continued with a selection of show tunes. Here, Keenlyside was in his element. When he sang the Soliloquy (“My boy Bill”) from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Carousel, he could sit on a bar stool clutching a glass (of water) and be in perfect character. Keenlyside does lounge lizard well, so I liked his Ain’t misbehaving though he sounds nothing like Fats Waller. He also did a wry take on Fiddler on the Roof . His skills in the opera house stand him in good stead. Keenlyside and Terfel duetted in Cole Porter’s Night and Day, coyly switching the words. They’d like to spend their days and nights “being friends”.
Terfel resented more party tricks. He sang songs from the repertoire of John Charles Thomas (1891-1960), an American of Welsh descent who sang opera, operetta and popular tunes. “He sang with Chaliapin”, said Terfel. Another hidden connection in this remarkably erudite programme. Terfel sang the comic The Green-Eyed Dragon (Wolseley Charles, published 1926 Boosey), first recorded in 1927 by an opera singer called Reinald Werrenrath. Crossover is nothing new.
Terfel also sang two rather better songs, Trees to the poem by Joyce Kilmer set by Oscar Rasbach in 1922, and Tally-ho !, a song about fox hunting where a foxy peasant out-foxes fox hunters and lets the fox escape. The peasant acts dumb when the fox hunters ask him where the fox has gone. The song was written by Franco Leoni (1864-1949) and was recorded by Arthur Reckless, an English baritone who later taught at the Guildhall School of Music and Drama, where Terfel learned his trade.
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