Dr Judith Schlesinger asks: What useful purpose does it serve to insist that our greatest creative minds must be somehow damaged and disturbed, particularly when there is no real evidence for it?
Read the full article here.
They wouldn’t have done this to Albert Schweizer. Would they?
We’ve reported the immigration crackdown in Basle. More than 50 foreign musicians are going to be put on a train out of the country.
If enough people sign this petition – here – we might prevent that.
Andreas Scholl, Emma Kirkby and Evelyn Tubb are among the foreign signatories.
(The form is in German. You need to scroll down the page and click on ‘Unterschreiben’)
Not a Chelski supporter.
Taken in the 1940s.
h/t DSCH Shostakovich Journal
Name five composers who were fanatical soccer fans. Go on.
The Central Music School of the Moscow Conservatory has announced the death of Professor Alexei Nasedkin. He was 72.
A Neuhaus student, Nasedkin came sixth at the second Tchaikovsky competition in 1962 and won third place at the 1966 Leeds Competition, behind Rafael Orozco (1st) and Viktoria Postnikova and Semyon Kruchin (joint 2nd).
He was president of the Russian Schubert Society.
h/t: Mark Stephenson and Zoe Martlew for the discovery
We need to hear more from Dr Dawn Batson
The last-placed Olympic violinist is appealing against her four-year ban from competitive skiing. She had nothing to do, she claims, with fixing the results of qualifying rounds.
Seven year-old Leah Flynn’s people inform us that her appearance on Slipped Disc earlier this week led to an invitation to Chicago, to play on Fox News. Her message has drawn tremendous response from the troubled community in Ferguson.
You’ll never see this sort of film on network US network television any more. It comes from Al-Jazeera America and it shed the spotlight on the conductor’s efforts to teach ‘all 83,000 children in Baltimore public schools’, not to mention conducting students at Peabody and a new program for aspiring women conductors.
Watch.
More here.
John Allison, in the December issue of Opera magazine (quoted in Der Neue Merker):
Our reviewer of Covent Garden’s I Due Foscari, is measured when writing about Placido Domingo, but he does make it clear that the baritone’s Francesco Foscari was a disappointment. In the Sunday Times, Hugh Canning was more direct. Observing that this must have been the first time a Domingo opening aria went un-applauded at the ROH, he reported, “His voice is a shadow of its former self, lacking resonance in barely sketched-in low notes…As ever, he presents a figure of great dignity, but the state of his voice means he can no longer do justice to Verdi or to his own reputation. He has often said that he would know the time to retire, but on the evidence of the opening night, sadly, that time has past.
It’s not only our ears that are signaling this, but a few straightforward sums too. By most reckonings, Domingo has been singing on stage for an incredible 57 years. Though the exact number of candles that belong on his birthday cake is likely to be the subject of an annual squabble, several in the know claim that he recently reached a nice round number, which of course makes his performances all the more astonishing.
In last month’s ‘We hear that…’we leaked news of his 2017 Posa in Don Carlos in Vienna, which will be one for the record books if he has not switched to The Grand Inquisitor by then. As George Loomis notes this month in his review of the new Giovanna d’Arco recording on which Domingo tackles Giacomo, the singer has been rapacious in his clean-up of the Verdi baritone repertoire. In February in Berlin Domingo will add Macbeth to this gallery.
No one would have foreseen this when, beginning in 2009, Domingo was encouraged by several houses to sing Simon Boccanegra. It was a worthwhile indulgence, perhaps, to try something different, having notched up 130 tenor roles, Domingo had certainly earned himself the right to try something different. The then tenor had apparently already been nicknamed ‘Mingo’ on account of lacking a ‘Do’ (or C), but maybe this descent into baritone territory should have been a final homecoming for the singer- after all, he started out as a baritone- rather than a pension plan. Subsequent vocal decline apart, Domingo has always lacked something in this reincarnation: unable to show off any high notes, he can relax in the register where a true Verdian baritone would have to push, resulting with little of the visceral thrill one associates with this music. Domingo may have baritone notes, but Verdian drama is geared to the musculature and timbre of a real baritone.
Domingo’s baritonal adventures raise all manner of other issues, and involve other artistic compromises too. It is hard to believe that Covent Garden would have brought in Thaddeus Strassberger’s Foscari production if it hadn’t been part of the package. It is also ironic that Domingo’s own Operalia competition rewards the best vocal style and technique, when these things have audibly deserted the singer; and can really be said to be supporting young singers when he is hogging the stage from the next generation of baritones? Domingo’s quasi-philanthropic reasons in work pale next to the good he can still do elsewhere as a figurehead and promoter of opera. His addiction to the greasepaint may be understandable, but audience memories of his glory days are already faded. Perhaps he should stop before too many people begin questioning their loyalty to his great artistry.
This is the American mezzo, Elizabeth DeShong, at a photoshoot for her Vienna Opera debut in Cenerentola. She’s either massaging an injured shoulder or adjusting some faulty tailoring.
Stanislavsky always said: stand up straight.
photo (c) Dario Acosta
The backstage crisis is over.
Having got rid of her distinguished technical director and his deputy, Katherine the Great Wagner has hired Christoph Bauch, technical director at the enterprising Theater an der Wien. It’s the lure of Bayreuth: they cannot resist a call from the Green Hill.
