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jueves, 8 de octubre de 2020
martes, 4 de febrero de 2020
viernes, 11 de enero de 2019
Diana Damrau / Jonas Kaufmann / Helmut Deutsch ITALIENISCHES LIEDERBUCH
Diana Damrau and Jonas Kaufmann, reigning stars of opera, are also
consummate interpreters of song. In early 2018, with master pianist
Helmut Deutsch, they performed Hugo Wolf’s multi-faceted Italienisches Liederbuch in 12 cities around Europe. “One couldn’t ask for more,” wrote the Telegraph after their London concert, which took place two days before this live recording was made in the German city of Essen.
viernes, 5 de mayo de 2017
Diana Damrau MEYERBEER Grand Opera
Damrau’s own enthusiastic note in the booklet emphasises the variety
that the programme demonstrates. And, to a certain extent, we hear that
as we run the gamut from charming simplicity in the German works,
Rossinian fireworks in the Italian ones to, well, Meyerbeerian fireworks
in the French.
But having a whole disc of soprano arias by a composer whose major
concern never seems to have been three-dimensional characterisation also
seems to undermine the very point Damrau is trying to make. A third of
the arias feature extensive flute obliggato, for example, others
clarinet – or both. Perky coloratura, dispatched with cool aplomb by
Damrau, is a standard device. Meyerbeer could certainly string notes
(and lots of them) together fluently, but he struggled to hit upon truly
memorable melodies.
There’s still plenty of originality, though. Take the mournful,
heartfelt cor anglais solo in Isabelle’s ‘Robert, toi que j’aime’, which
looks forward to Berlioz’s ‘D’amour l’ardente flamme’ (while also
bearing a less fortunate melodic similarity to Monsieur Triquet’s ditty
in Eugene Onegin) – and Damrau rises to some exciting drama in its final moments. She’s also outstanding in Palmide’s ‘Con qual gioia’ (from Il crociato),
which feels like three virtuoso arias for the price of one, and the
extensive vocal fluff of Marguerite’s ‘Ô beau pays de la Touraine’ (Les Huguenots).
The soprano’s technique remains unruffled regardless of what
challenges are thrown her way, a tendency to sag on trills
notwithstanding. But the voice is not big on colouristic variety and
only hints at steely determination rarely, emphasising the somewhat
passive, generic nature of many of the women represented here. Sample
someone like Natalie Dessay in the ubiquitous ‘Ombre légère’ to hear
what more can be done. The scholarly and detailed booklet essay might
have helped, too, had it furnished us with dramatic as well as
musicological context for the music.
The Lyon Opera forces under Emmanuel Villaume offer fluent, lively
support (I hope the flautist got paid overtime), as do the other singers
making cameos. This is certainly a useful, generously filled and well-recorded compendium, better for dipping into rather than consuming
in one sitting. Whether it will do anything to change your mind on
Meyerbeer himself is another matter. (Hugo Shirley / Gramophone)
lunes, 13 de julio de 2015
Yannick Nézet-Séguin / Chamber Orchestra of Europe MOZART Die Entführung Aus Dem Serail
If the Festspielhaus at Baden-Baden, the largest opera house in
Germany, seems an odd place to choose for recording Mozart, then on the
evidence of this Entführung neither Nézet-Séguin nor Villazón is an obvious point of reference for such a project, either.
The impression of the whole performance is of something old-fashioned
which, the odd desultory vocal ornament apart, could have been recorded
40 or 50 years ago. There’s a bouncy enthusiasm to Nézet-Séguin’s
approach, with its wide, dynamic contrasts, but not a great deal of
subtlety, though the COE is its usual cultivated and alert self. The
inclusion of a fortepiano continuo, which can only rarely be heard
behind the weight of the modern strings and wind, seems tokenistic,
especially with voices placed as far forward in the recording as they
are, though the acoustic is consistent, and for once the spoken dialogue
seems to belong in the same acoustic as the rest of the performance,
with Thomas Quasthoff taking the purely speaking role of the Pasha
Selim.
Villazón is Belmonte, but neither his sound nor his style is really
plausible. It’s all very generalised, and often he could be singing
Verdi rather than Mozart, with coloratura that is laboured, and tone
that seems alternately nasal and curdled. The sense of style that’s
missing in Villazón’s singing is emphasised by the other tenor, Paul
Schweinester as Pedrillo, and especially by Diana Damrau as Konstanze,
but Anna Prohaska is a disappointingly anonymous Blonde, and Franz-Josef
Selig a surprisingly lightweight, rather unmenacing Osmin. Alongside
the best performances already in the catalogue, whether traditional
(conducted by Karl Böhm, say, or Colin Davis) or historically aware
(William Christie or John Eliot Gardiner), this new version doesn’t
begin to compete. (The Guardian)
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