Thursday, June 12, 2014

Zanetto smolders, Susanna ignites

Odyssey Opera continues its June Festival with an evening of one-act operas – Zanetto by Pietro Mascagni and Il segreto di Susanna (Susanna's Secret) by Ermanno Wolf-Ferrari. The double-bill is playing in repertory with Verdi's King for a Day (see my previous report). The three operas share a modular set designed by Stephen Dobay. The basic structural elements are reconfigured to suggest different architectures, and visual elements are added to give each story a distinct look. The French marbled palace in King for a Day becomes the rolling hillsides of Florence in Zanetto and a wallpapered parlor in Susanna.

Zanetto opens not with an overture proper, but with an offstage a cappella chorus singing wordless Ahs. Regretfully, their harmonies sounded more boozy than orchestral. The rest of the opera comprises just two voices: a soprano as Silvia, a faded rose of a courtesan, and a mezzo-soprano as Zanetto, a wandering minstrel who reawakens her dormant heart. Eleni Calenos and Eve Gigliotti had similar spinning vibratos, but voices of different timbres would have made a more interesting distinction between the characters. Zanetto's entrance had a nice staging twist: instead of singing beneath Silvia's balcony, he sang fom the house left balcony box down to Silvia's terrace.

Susanna's Secret is that she smokes cigarettes (gasp!), unknown to her newlywed husband, Gil. When he comes home to the aroma of tobacco he hopes the best, that his servant, Santé, has been smoking on the sly. He soon fears the worst, that Susanna has already taken a lover. Bass-baritone Kristopher Irmiter was a bagful of bluster as the jealous husband. Soprano Inna Dukach's greatest asset was her eyes, which brought out every nuance of her character. Steven Goldstein played the mute role of the servant with sly innocence and drew laughs with each entrance. The trio turned this dubious puff of a domestic squabble into the most entertaining highlight of the festival. 

I am left wondering if this fledgling company can sustain itself by presenting operatic curiosities. The theater was filled to perhaps one third capacity, and there were no paid advertisements in the program. Odyssey Opera will need a heroic marketing push if they hope to survive. 

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

King for a Day

Boston has a new opera company! Odyssey Opera has risen from the ashes of Opera Boston, and they have made it their mission to avoid competing directly with Boston Lyric Opera. Their approach is twofold: first, to present concert versions of works too big to stage in Boston. Last fall their inaugural production was Richard Wagner's early opera Rienzi, a bombastic pageant that blew the roof off New England Conservatory's Jordan Hall. See my past report, Wagner and bagpipes.

Odyssey Opera's second approach is to present fully staged productions of lesser-known works in the operatic repertoire. Witness tonight's Un giorno di regno (King for a Day), Giuseppe Verdi's second opera, performed with sets, costumes and orchestra at Boston University Theater. This early attempt at a comedy was such a flop at its 1840 premiere that the devastated young Verdi vowed to give up opera completely. Of course, he went on to write several dozen more operas, most of them successes, even triumphs. But it was not until his last one, Falstaff, that Verdi would return to a comedy, some 53 years later.

The two comedies share a surprisingly identical subplot: Giulietta/Nannetta is in love with Edoardo/Fenton, but her father (Kelbar/Ford) is forcing her to marry an undesirable codger (La Rocca/Dr Caius). It is only through the cunning of The Pretend King Stanislaus/The Merry Wives of Windsor that the men are foiled and the young lovers united. There all similarity ends. Where Falstaff is a masterful interweaving of melody, character definition and action, Un giorno di regno is a forced plot with vague characters singing stock vocal numbers. Verdi admitted that among the texts he was offered at the time, each one worse than the next, this libretto was the least bad.

Back to the plot: there is a second member of the extended Kelbar household, the Marchesa del Poggio, who is also to be married to yet another unwanted suitor. As the Marchesa, soprano Amy Shoremount-Obra brought a welcome combination of comic sass and vocal acrobatics to shine in her role. She gamely sang her first aria behind the modesty of a bath towel, and earned a good dose of laughter when a tightened corset propelled her voice into its topmost reaches.

As for the rest, it was best to leave the plot behind and just take in the show as a musical event. There is something pleasing about hearing unamplified voices singing over acoustic instruments. Veteran baritone James Maddelena's upper register is showing its wear, but he had a quick patter passage that was brilliant. Conductor Gil Rose was a secure anchor in the pit, and Odyssey Opera will be in good hand with him at the podium. 

Monday, June 9, 2014

Wagner and bagpipes – past report 9/15/2013

Imagine you are on a bus from Boston to Philadelphia. Someone is playing the ukulele. That could be kinda nice.

Now imagine you are on a bus from Philadelphia to Boston. Someone is playing the bagpipes. They are the best piper in the world. Even so, it is way too much sound for the given space.

That's what tonight's performance of Wagner's Rienzi at Jordan Hall was like – bagpipes on a bus. Even if you are a fan of opera (which I am), you'd better have earplugs (which I did).

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Blown away by Tempest

A play by Shakespeare, music by Waits and Brennan, choreography by Pilobolus, magic (magic!) by Teller ... how can all this hold together? The magic is that it does in American Repertory Theater's production of The Tempest. A paper hat in a water bowl becomes the shipwreck that sets the play in motion. Caliban is a pair of conjoined Barnum geeks. The orchestra is a junkyard quartet. Yet beneath this seedy sideshow is a tale of love and forgiveness.

Director Aaron Posner cuts right to the heart of the matter and makes the blossoming romance between Miranda and Ferdinand shimmer with timid awkwardness. I have never been more invested in a love story. Prospero's monologue around "We are such stuff as dreams are made on" and – O wept! – his absolution of his brother's betrayal were heartbreaking.

Tom Waits typically champions misfits and the specific world they inhabit, so I was concerned how his songs would translate out of context. No worries – his craggy exterior belies a heart of gold, which blends perfectly with this production's concept. The set list billows with imagery of water and dreams:

Everything You Can Think
The Ocean Doesn't Want Me
Lullaby
Dirt In The Ground
Rains On Me
A Little Drop Of Poison
I'll Shoot The Moon
God's Away On Business

Clap Hands
Shiny Things
No One Knows I'm Gone
Innocent When You Dream
Singapore