Met: Lyric mezzo Garanca (with help from Alagna) heats up Carmen in mismatch with stodgy Nezet-Seguin (debut)

The Met has just unleashed a certainly brassy, brick wall-laden looking new production of Carmen to compete with new one opening season at La Scala six weeks ago. There may have been more connecting substance to the new Richard Eyre production than there was to the more experimental Emma Dante, given Eyre's more cogently traditional experience in theater and two previous times with opera - compared with Dante making her operatic debut. Still, the new Eyre production, as reported to me, has also its own way of being obtrusive. Such include choreography for numerous entr’actes, plus stance of Escamillo with drawn sword over slain bull next to sprawled out dead Carmen - all to come across heavy-handed and cliched. It has been heard that Alagna and Garanca had ahead of time the final scene of this rehearsed from having performed Carmen together at Convent Garden several months ago.

Most attractive in this cast was same as at La Scala the Slavic woman in the title role, in this case a refreshingly plummier toned Latvian in place of a Georgian. With Rachvelishvili, there was more spice to the tone, bite, incisiveness with text. Elina Garanca had the greater luster, tonal warmth - little of it used to infuse Carmen with any more than sensual allure. Her singing had that aplenty if less directly enticing manner of projecting it, near as much as Rachvelishvili - with different assets at her disposal. Garanca made Carmen of cooler indifference to Don Jose overall, less comprehending of why he should ever obstruct her way. If anything seemed mildly self-conscious about her interpretation, it was in taking on distraught Carmen’s imminent downfall. A pretty good dose of fatalism got applied alongside; when time came, toughness for sure for being violently confronted by Don Jose.

A few attempts at being incisive by Garanca, mostly a lyric, derailed a bit, such as on Ta-ra-ta-ta’s straying off pitch - betraying perhaps some lack of depth to lower register. The Card Song Saturday went just fine, but Garanca may have had to work the chest register for it. Low notes could a little better emerge as connected evenly with all the rest she had to offer vocally. Hers is a sound, slightly more than that of Rachvelishvili, ninety percent even across the range, and with open bloom on it from at least middle range on up. Such helped in the dance with castanets Garanca handled just fine, knowing what effect her dance has on Don Jose, but at the same time not at all caring one whit. There is room for Elina Garanca’s interpretation of Carmen to grow, but already much accomplishment indeed - certainly different, but equally distinctive as that of the Georgian girl who just made her own auspicious debut in Milan.

The most convincing color for anyone cast in either Carmen for Bizet was that of Roberto Alagna as Don Jose. From the get-go, his Jose was certainly preferable and more engaged for sure than considerably more effortful and frequently misguidedly placed Jonas Kaufmann. Alagna was heard to best effect, most lyrically, even one could suggest seductively in his Act One duet with Micaela. His having to turn up the heat for passionate and angry encounters with Carmen introduced some strain; when such occurred, all vocal allure about this Jose went a little south on him. This was even so for several phrases during the Flower Song, as finely anticipated graded attempt he made at it – with just about all the right things in mind toward making it work. His heavy bench pressing of several other things during second half of Act Two had me slightly worried, as just how there could possibly be any extra vocal capital on which to depend upon for the later finale to come. Apart from obviously losing some intonation on several notes during Act Four, he handled the scene quite well – reckoning that here is not the place for the more sympathetic qualities of Don Jose to be forefront anyway.

Barbara Frittoli (Micaela), while giving hint of more experience than ideal, but avoiding risk of cloying, made slightly heavy weather of attempting to sing softly for especially her Act One duet with Alagna. She also lost a little intonation in darkening her sound for brief middle section of her big Act Three aria. Otherwise, the aria went very well, along with well limned entries later in this scene to discreetly make futile attempt to calm Don Jose down. The aria in Act Three had excellent line, fine sense of purpose to it, with there being clear goal in mind as to what Micaela is about. There was indeed a little more here than just a wallflower on stage – and as opposed to the Dali or Bunuel-esque graying Jocasta like figure that Emma Dante put on stage for a wobbly Adriana Damato (who sounded older than Frittoli for sure) to sing Micaela in the mountain pass.

Teddy Tadu Rhodes was, on merely three hours notice, the raw sounding Escamillo. He managed to firm up for incisive exchanges with Alagna during Act Three, but everything else sounded coarse, non legato, often poorly tuned – no improvement on Erwin Schrott or, as reported, on originally scheduled Mariusz Kwiecien either. Extra stage noise intruded upon ‘Votre toast’, all as kind of layered on – also the case during childrens’ marching scene as well. The latter also had badly placed accents for their number during their early scene. Trevor Scheunemann was the somewhat tremulous sounding Morales, and nearly as much - Keith Miller’s Zuniga.

Elizabeth Caballero (Frasquita) and Sandra Piques-Eddy (Mercedes) were both bright with diction, well-animated as Carmen’s sidekicks, but with Caballero slightly hooty on top. With Earle Patriarco (Dancaire) tonally dry, slightly raspy, he and Keith Jameson (Remendado) adequately filled the two smugglers.

The podium belonged to the certainly affable, handsome, sexy, charismatic, highly diplomatic, but erratic Yannick Nezet-Seguin. There is certainly some theatricality to his work and ability to work with solo singers well. His work with the Met orchestra however was mostly dry, bland in color, unvarying in dynamics. His impetus for choruses in Carmen was more often than not too focused on what goes on orchestrally underneath, instead of really engaging with such the choral passages, such as they are. A slapdash surface brilliance very obviously came to the fore. The agitated factory girls’ chorus quickly turned garden-variety breathless. It was not so much for any tempo being too fast, as for strings, marked very softly underneath playing loudly with so much fuss to downbeats. With so much going on, words were lost; what the agitation Carmen and another girl have stirred up to entertain Zuniga could have meant also became lost

Subtler accenting got missed as well, for instance with flabby accompaniment to the Seguidilla, then obviously jerked orchestral interlude into foreground, following one verse. Earlier, there was so heavy a push to the childrens’ chorus that their accenting all but completely fell off. It sounded as though with some of his incisive accenting he might have consulted a Carlos Kleiber recording of Carmen; such emerged here however as getting mixed in with elements from elsewhere – nothing unexpected.

The ‘dragoons of Alcala’ entr’acte starting Act Two, better yet the smugglers’ chorus following stiffly played prelude to Act Three emerged relaxed. Color then healthily emerged, as it also did for the Card Song and for first portion or two of the smugglers’ ensemble later. Closing portions of the latter however got too pushed, as also the duel between Jose and Escamillo, the latter to extent of becoming really silly. In the long run, a forty-minute Third Act ultimately failed to cohere well at all. The very ending of the opera, never getting too rushed, emerged as more or less nondescriptly grandiose instead of in any way shocking; placement, accenting of offstage chorus was weakly calibrated against the rest, to not sound as though offstage. It was evident with as well the prudence to get comfortably out of the way for Act One duet for Don Jose and Micaela, that Nezet-Seguin has the ear to make Bizet’s Carmen work; all however is still too self-conscious. Here is the easy readiness to follow ready-made cliché in place of truly intimate working familiarity with score at hand.

Just about all the Ernest Guiraud recitative, widely discredited, replaced spoken dialogue. Should Richard Eyre’s production happen as meaningfully as Emma Dante’s in Milan, it absolutely must go. Accompanied introduction “C’est des contrebandiers” to Micaela’s aria could stay, but preferably as following spoken dialogue should it do so - the one possible exception. Composed recitative however for Zuniga during the Seguidilla, instead of his speaking on what should follow rudely breaks the mood and makes the music too formal. Nezet-Seguin paused well for it, as though not to do so would be to apologize for indeed its very insignificance. Jose’s singing of the ‘dragoons of Alcala’ offstage a cappella is equally ruined by break-in of recitative; words as spoken by people hearing tune from afar feels much more natural. A moment of abbreviated spoken dialogue preceded the smugglers’ ensemble halfway through Act Three, proving refreshing but self-contradictory for both the Met and Nezet-Seguin.

It is seldom I remain tuned into a Carmen using recitative, but informed that I am to witness such an important debut on the Met podium by listening in, I felt only much obliged. Furthermore the Met works under rather strict time constraints now; here it was clearly not taken into account that recitative takes longer to perform for same text - much more interesting spoken, What felt stodgier, moreover, was Nezet-Seguin’s working thereof. Even Karajan, on his last recording of Carmen (DGG), used spoken dialogue.

Many pushed phrase endings, rushed tempi only indicated a heavier approach to both Bizet’s rhythms and this music’s life overall. Barenboim’s approach was admittedly, even unabashedly heavier than that of Nezet-Seguin, but it stuck with the spoken dialogue and allowed color to more naturally emerge for many lyrical sections and better supported his singers. There is also more color to flexibly draw out of La Scala’s orchestra than from the Met. One certainly left the Barenboim with less confused impression of how he heard Carmen than what one heard Saturday. La Scala chorus consistently carried sharper profile than did the Met.

Meg and Ira – after pleasant interview – described Nezet-Seguin as someone generous with his time - never to look put-upon. One had to scratch one’s head wondering who the emcees may have had in mind for comparison. The Met should then certainly have a conductor who fits in - nobody in other words to insist upon anything, as all that should safely be left up to Peter Gelb. If these are indeed the qualities the Met seeks, that of being able to fit in and not ever to look or appear put-upon, why then not have had Nezet-Seguin already this season for the Strauss over the past few weeks? It sounded like he got all rehearsal time he needed for Carmen. We maybe then could perhaps only guess what results might have been had the repertoire instead been Richard Strauss.

Radio Bayern: La Scala opener - auspicious debut by hot new Georgian mezzo - but otherwise was it Bizet's Carmen - or was it Sominex - or Sophocles?

This was indeed something preceded by much hype, but after all, Opening Night at La Scala - yet with embarrassed impresario – mostly by how disastrous his opener was last season - Don Carlo conducted by Daniele Gatti. The loggionisti have also shown that Daniel Barenboim has also slightly fallen out of favor with them, with recent Aida performances.

Administration appeared to see to it that notice get out, that more radical steps on Emma Dante’s part get softened or removed – even partly at Barenboim’s insistence, allegedly, for no better sake than just to animate, use the press, in covering so much about all this ahead of time. All it could have accomplished was just (further) muddying of the waters. I have even run onto a website or two to engage the loggionisti in some online dialogue, I suppose, as to expectations, when they have been reported as of late having become restless about this opener coming up. Giuseppe Pennesi (La Scena Musicale) has most meaningfully reported here ultimately a passionless, sexless Carmen. It indeed sounded very much like his description – even with the amount of sexual, of course to be socially correct all misogynistic violence to have occurred on stage.

There was also an ante-prima for the deemed highly respectful under-30 crowd Friday evening –for the press to milk for all its worth. The new Dante production indeed has its rebel youth chic, experimental appeal, but half-commercial look too. With what I have read, it seems she might have received more hospitable welcome at almost any smaller house in Italy, such as in Genoa, Parma, or Siena, instead of the big time in Milan. With the fully expected fischiato (booed) response she received Monday night, it was though Danny boy could have put up a lamb for slaughter. Perhaps with all the religious symbolism she layered on, she might have welcomed something of a heroic martyrdom of sorts –myopic as to what might work for the good of Emma Dante in the long run.

Before editorializing on this further, it is time to move on to what it was like just to hear this. To Emma Dante’s credit, there are perhaps two things – even without seeing this in action. For one, and for her quote about Carmen being ‘pure as a nun, but also animalistic’ – something along those lines – her Carmen, in Antia Rachvelishvili, somehow avoided turning in a heavy statuesque iconic tragedy queen of a Carmen – harmful for a lyric voice such as that of this new artist.. Complementing that was also heard a welcome amount of witty irony spun forth in especially spoken dialogue. Fortunately the spoken dialogue got chosen here, in place of the badly concocted Guiraud recitative that makes so much of Carmen come across contrived.

What confounded me more than anything long before this draggy Carmen came to an end, though avoiding very well some of the obvious Teutonic accents of a Karajan or Maazel, was still how stodgy it sounded under Barenboim – almost as though the recitative could have fit in just fine. He was certainly out of his fach here, whereas La Scala audiences can remember the passion with which he infused Tristan und Isolde for their opener two years ago. Barenboim’s scrupulous ear for textures, through which soloists in his orchestra emerged effortlessly, proved worthwhile however.

Tempi were often slow, apparently for sake of achieving pleasant quasi-Gallic dovetailing of many lines. Carmen though first and foremost should emerge as something living –as vibrant a piece of musical theater as possible. Jerking forward of the pulse once or twice during quarrel between Jose and Escamillo sounded cut and pasted - as way of managing dramatic pacing instead of it emerging organically from what has preceded the marked shift to allegro or two. Barenboim does not have it for conducting French opera at La Scala other than for some Berlioz – still inherent to Berlioz a sense of both internal and underpinning French rhythm as well. Such is certainly even so in attempting to disclose to us what multicultural influences from as afar as northern Africa or Cuba Barenboim - perhaps at behest of Emma Dante - now claims to hear in Carmen – many of us would find a novel insight indeed.

Numerous places in this Carmen actually sounded draggier than actually may have been the case, but Barenboim had singers who whether they asked for better or not had him upon whom to depend to provide some sense of pulsation to their lines. Especially in the Jose/Micaela duet in Act One, the Card Song, and in the final scene, it was obviously lacking, for what probably were some of the slowest tempos Monday evening. All preludes, entr’actes came off well - flute principal effective for one starting Act Three (and then back-phrasing moments later the smugglers’ chorus tune) – with enough snap and pizzazz for the Act One prelude and aragonaise starting Act Four as well. All that is fine, but with most interest of all in how Barenboim might aid, build dramatic interaction between his singers. Rachvelishvili sustained the Card Song very flexibly well; build-up to “Encore…toujours la mort” was ineffective, other than from her alone.

What indeed seems almost miraculous now was the La Scala debut of now quickly rising young Georgian mezzo Anita Rachvelishvili. One heard her take command of the stage right away - fearlessly so. An entirely new name to most of us, she had auditioned for Frasquita, but with Marina Domashenko and one or two other mezzos unavailable for this run, Rachvelishvili found herself quickly catapulted into taking on the title role. Though compromised by some of the stage direction - clutter surrounding her with all that - there was apparently nothing to faze her in the least, or for that matter, to compel her to unsuitably force a lyric voice, even with it having its Slavic cutting edge. She used it always lightly and often most incisively to make the words of Carmen count, eventually defiantly. Mind you, it was the words alone, not having to spend principal on a voice to make it happen for this young singer.

One noticed right away a Carmen not the least bit in love with Don Jose, from Seguidilla on, but who could have Jose wrapped around her little finger at any point she might like or upon demand. The lower register smoldered, the upper register was always clear - all evenly connected the entire way. If Dante expected a free spirit of a Carmen on her stage, she got it; if she expected instead ‘Carmen-as-victim’- all heavily enveloped and back-phrased – better then for Dante to have looked elsewhere. Where amidst everything here Rachvelishvili got her impetus to deliver us the Carmen she did remains unclear; it appeared to have been from personal dramatic and musical instinct possibly more than anything else.

An occasional note may have gone sharp, she may have missed harmonic contrast as one picky critic quipped between minor and major mode in the Habanera. In this piece, the words, together with the music, one and both inherently the same in such a number were paramount and she always made the words speak. Rachvelishvili was the one singer among four principals with which the natural color of her instrument always clearly emerged, and shifting colors within - effortlessly at her command. The Slavic edge I mention she will want to avoid allowing to harden – especially under pressure of taking on parts dramatically beyond her scope. Most welcome here was her utter refusal to force anything for dramatic emphasis, with her getting it all practically with the words alone. Even in a vocal yet wordless passage as dance with castanets in Act Two to freshly entice a frequently moribund sounding Don Jose as that of Jonas Kaufmann, she could infuse it with concise swivel to its line and rhythm that could even entice a ground hog. How it failed to do more for the Jose on stage with her than it did was as confounding dramatically as anyone could have run across lately.

The Card Song had an air of being at once morose but casual as having to accept an imminently ominous fate. Rachvelishvili made all so alive, incisive at times, but never ostentatiously so – even in obbligato to Mercedes and Frasquita during smugglers’ ensemble in Act 3 – obbligato to which the ear could not help being directed. It is perhaps why she won the audition - for more than which she had bargained.

The greatest implausible in all of this was the Don Jose of Jonas Kaufmann. Could this really be one of the world’sleading Don Jose’s now? The voice certainly has plenty of heft, though of essentially a singer on the lyric end of the spectrum of dramatic tenors. All it seemed that Kaufmann was out to prove, with also his mildly coagulated French vowels, was how good a honk he indeed has, but such quickly became boring here. Should we be grateful that Kaufmann has enough goods vocally to supply the demand for doing the part of Don Jose alone? It has been said already that he has been more flexible in shaping his interpretation of this part other times; on parlando lines, yes, he did give some hint of that, but here that was not quite enough.

Other than for Kaufmann’s good looks, what might have ever turned Carmen’s head, especially a Carmen instead of being for instance in the hands of Jessye Norman in those of Rachvelishvili, must remain mysterious. One person writing in praised Kaufmann for lovely mezza voce he achieved on high B-Flat in the Flower Song – so back-phrased as to sound cowering before a Carmen of Rachvelishvili standing over with a whip - suggesting reverse interpretation from Emma Dante’s vision of all this - but what of the five notes building up to it? If he could have placed them farther back glottally, one might have started to hear grating noises – or indistinguishable from that.

In fact, for photo of more consensual Act Two scene I have seen, done riding the saddle style, than encounter in Act Four, Rachvelishvili as Carmen is clearly the one playing top. I could not hear, other than such heavily misdirected testosterone being put out - with things getting allocated the wrong way - how this Don Jose could have put out for such an encounter. Fortunately, Rachvelishvili did not attempt competing with Kaufmann on vocally putting out the hormones – regardless what was happening onstage. I am equally frankly surprised that Carmen, with a Don Jose of so little manliness as this one, would not have entirely cast him aside from joining the smuggling party for Act Three. As phoned in as finale to Act Two finale sounded, Carmen might’ve as well been merely thinking just 'been there, done that' to 'here we go again.'

Equally fine, dandy competition for the hand of Micaela, even that of Adriana Damato, was the Escamillo of Erwin Schrott. The dry start to "Votre toast" (‘Toreador Song’) was embarrassing. Schrott did intermittently evince bravado, macho here and there, but such coming only in fits and spurts – again not to excite the Micaela too much - constantly followed around by two priests. The one time Rachvelishvili sounded bored the entire evening was for Act Four Mozartean duetttino with Schrott.

Adriana Damato (Micaela) was equally dicey as Schrott in experimenting around as to good vocal placement. The two might have made a fine match indeed. When Rachvelishvili dropped scorn on the Don Jose about his obliging his mother, I then expected Rachvelishvili to meet her, Jose’s mother, in the mountain pass – during the following scene. Damato certainly sounded older than listed age for Micaela from just about the start. One had to admire a little valor on her part in attempts at long lines in her big aria in a single breath, but that and some of the high notes then became somewhat of the ‘hail Mary’ variety. Her best singing came for last several minutes of the slowly taken Act One duet with Don Jose.

Gabor Bretz’s Zuniga (Gabor Bretz) was strong, albeit with phlegmatic accent here and there, but with fine sense of humor and irony - understandable given what minor drawbacks he may have encountered. A young Morales (Mathias Hausmann) was also good, plus Carmen’s two animated companions (Michele Losier, Adriana Kucerova). Rodolphe Briand (Remendado) had some of the finest diction in this cast, but tone so thin that when things started to pick up a clip, it would tend to almost disappear. Francis Dudziac (Dancaire), accommodating him, had to sing softly, not to drown him out.

This was, plus being such a multicultural Carmen, one very internationally cast. I can imagine worse diction emerging from such, but can also imagine diction – coached well here – making it sound like everybody much more idiomatically understands each other than was apparent. So much clutter going on – many extra characters onstage – seemed to take place of more meaningful dramatic interaction.

The final ‘Tiens’ near the end from who was indeed smartest person in the class said it all - just as to such a wuss of a Don Jose standing right in front of her. One must look forward to future Carmens and also some Rossini from new Georgian bombshell having entered our midst – but in more sympathetic environment, even while still at La Scala. This project resembled most of all product of mutually supported, perpetuated insecurity between producer, impresario, and conductor – most naïve the producer – with what booing greeted them during curtain calls.

In this great re-telling of Sophocles by Georges Bizet, as all clarified to me by minion of La Cieca (www.parterre.com) – no wonder that both Don Jose turned out to be way he is and that Emma Dante likes the music so much - and Danny’s slow tempos - pointed out already about Act One duet. I however would like to suggest some further changes.

Have Don Jose still rape Carmen at the end, but make it look half-consensual - that she might be enjoying or even egging it on. Have her start to exit stage as Escamillo re-enters – Carmen in exiting as to equally blow both guys off - and get shot to death by Don Jose. Escamillo, in retelling Carmen according to ancient legend, originally might have hitched up with Micaela - all it seems he might have been worth anyway - then making him eponymously Don Jose's father. Schrott already made Escamillo sound old. At least then it would all make perfect sense. There may be less bravado, esprit, swagger to it, but so little need for that has been implored much anywhere as of late.

News of the week - RAVE opera series and MetzmacherDSO Edinburgh broadcast (online this week)

First of all, it is hot to report that the Metzmacher concert is currently audio online.

The program, performed on September 2nd at the Edinburgh festival this month included the Passacaglia by Webern, Berg Violin Concerto with Christian Tetzlaff (before repeating the concerto two nights later at the Beethoven festival in Bonn) and the Brahms Fourth Symphony.

Your links for locating this are as follows:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio3

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00mrxq8

This notable program, in intent an exposition of what is very logically construed as a tribute to Bach by all three composers listed, was played online live from Philharmonie in Berlin last February in anticipation of tour of four cities in Asia - and played just as listed above in Hong Kong in early March. It all turned out most excellent and as close to definitive as I have ever heard an interpretation of the Berg Violin Concerto. In other words, this is a concert not to be missed.

Easy to find on the BBC Radio 3 site by doing either a keyword search there or on google, is the Discovering Music link for a very easy to follow, coherent explanation of the Berg Concerto - as listed down just reasonably lengthy list of works offered this way there - this for those of you out there who may still have a little difficulty appreciating the music of New Vienna School composers - not so new anymore - the Berg Concerto just slightly past the heyday for all this is close to 75 years old - but widely accepted today as the timeless masteerpiece it is, at least approaching something in stature of the great single Beethoven and Brahms concerti for the instrument.

RAVE Motion Pictures has finally put together from their conversations with Emerging Pictures a series of opera in HD from the movies - from opera houses other than the Met. The way they go about presenting these, as I have seen so far, I find more professional than how the Met has gone about it so far. I welcome not being yanked by the arm backstage, so to speak, in view of the Metropolitan Opera House, before I have had a chance to catch my breath for instance at the end of Act One of Tosca.

Included in plans are a satellite streamed absolutely live presentation of Carmen as opening night at La Scala on Monday, December 7th - such as with a highly disappointing Don Carlo from La Scala happened at only six theaters in the U.S. last year. A new Georgian mezzo is the Carmen and Jonas Kaufman adn Erwin Schrott stand off as Don Jose and as the toreador respectively, with Barenboim conducting. The producer is, somewhat from the avant-garde theater world, Emma Dante. Barenboim's choices of producers for what he conducts I have found ninety percent trustworthy, and usually at least something engaging, provocative on some level.

The Robert Dornhelm studio movie of La Boheme, starring Netrebko and Villazon shows this Thursday night in theaters across the U.S., as it seems as promotional and with good cause of getting better attendance for the rest of the series. A live Trovatore from Barcelona follows the Carmen, starring Luciana d'Intino as Azucena and Marco Berti as Manrico on December 22nd, in a production by Gilbert Deflo.

Several delayed, recorded live presentations remain in between, including Mozart's Cosi Fan Tutte in new Claus Guth production from Salzburg. Guth's Nozze di Figaro in starring Anna Netrebko as Susanna and as in Cosi, Bo Skhovhus, has done very well in the press, with audiences and by now in dvd sales. Miah Persson is the Fiordiligi and Adam Fischer conducts the Orchestra of the Age of Enlightenment.

Most notable among these several however are the I Puritani to show here next month from Bologna - Pier'Alli the producer, and starring Nino Machaidze, Juan Diego Florez and Ildebrando d'Arcangelo., and then in November the production of Eugen Onegin by Dmitri Chernyakov, who has made a few headlines lately, and starring Mariusz Kwiecien and (expected in Houston for Pique Dame this coming spring) Tatiana Monogarova (Tatiana), with Anatoli Kotscherga and former Tatiana Makvala Kasrashvili in the supporting cast. All important that Rave may have overlooked, in my opinion, is last-spring revival at La Scala the classic Luca Ronconi production of Rossini Viaggio a Reims with set design by architect Gae Aulenti - as audio preserved from Pesaro on DGG conducted by Abbado from Pesaro twenty years back, but still inexplicably not professionally on video as of yet.

For more information (dates, times, locations), consult RAVE site listed right below and then for casting, production details the website www.operaincinema.com - latter again for a little more detail on each presentation coming here and then on opotential ones as well. Reviews of several of these events at least will appear on this blog, as well as for the Tosca listed right below. I personally encourage one and all to come out for this and encourage any to all who might even halfway take an interest to attend as well, and my hope as well that these are happening in a city near you.

www.ravemotionpictures.com and www.operaincinema.com


Tosca just opened at the Met Monday night, to be presented live on Saturday, October 10th, and received some booing there, for what is deemed to be a controversial production. So confident that Luc Bondy is the professional he is in producing theater and opera, such reaction from still pro-Zeffirelli members of the Met audience is more cause to attend this instead of avoiding it, in my personal and humble opinion.

The BBC Proms is over. There are only several events that I hope to finish giving coverage for here, once everything is ready. I am delayed on posting a review of Jonathan Nott and the Mahler Jugendorchester on what turned out one of the most excellent Proms of the season by circumstances, opportunity that has presented itself in the past couple of days - in addition to getting also a little hamstrung by combination of the complexity of the Zimmermann piece just reviewed, how everything has piled up the past few weeks, and a little fatigue as well.

History has repeated itself lately in Munich with the Philharmonic and at the Bolshoi in Moscow. Christian Thielemann benightedly thought that decisions about what guest conductors to invite back and programming decisions should be mostly up to the orchestra itself, as opposed to the Intendant, whoever might fill that position there. The Culture Secretary for Munich, Hans Georg Kuppers, however thought differently, and said now in need of replacing Thielemann in the position there, Thielemann now compelled to resign, that in doing so the orchestra does not need so much another star as someone who has good interpersonal skills. For those who know this business, 'interpersonal skills' is one of the worst euphemisms I have yet come across, and as addressing the position as needing someone to fill it who will get along with the orchestra (members). What I fail to read in any of this however is how this is a situation in which the maestro was slipping in any way in getting along with the orchestra. It seems that it was merely intendant and administration with whom he was doing less well in getting along.

At the end of the day I have a flash for Andre Schmitz in Berlin, concerning Metzmacher, Kuppers in Munich as well, and municipal leadership in probably both cities. There are those out there who, using interpersonal skills, are aggressively jockeying for open positions out there, and pushed beyond what they know (where to go and how to handle where they might wind up) by their coaches and booking agents, including one person I read on the list for who might eventually replace Thielemann. There are those who can turn on the 'interpersonal skills', and then there are those who come to their work to make music. Given what the real job description is, this is 90 percent of what matters, and to the musicians qualified to be in their jobs as well playing for those who are in the relevant positions.

Whatever you think of Metzmacher, Thielemann, Vedernikov in Moscow (fine conductor I am told for controversial production of Eugen Onegin playing at the movies here in November and across thirty RAVE motion picture locales across the U.S.), one has to admit that those who are running things or are badly attempting to do so are not only dropping the ball but behaving in as unethical a manner as can be construed possible. The business of preserving our orchestras, including those finest ones over in Europe, as some of the finest cultural institutions in our midst, is at stake here.