Don Basilio
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« Reply #15 on: 01:07:09, 21-06-2008 » |
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Just got back from this. Tears running down my face at the end (and not because sk couldn't make it. *) Roderic Williams the goods. Interesting discussion back home. Other half reckons the Vanity Fair Scene encapsulates Thatcherism where the only value is financial. Hope to post more tomorrrow.
* so other time, eh, sk?
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #16 on: 12:14:00, 21-06-2008 » |
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Someone is going on Sunday, so I will leave my comment on the performance till later. However something must be said about Sadlers Wells front of house and it general lack of eptness.
The dongler at the end of the wire to put through the arm of your coat in the cloakroom for a quid didn't work for Sancho.
At least two programme selling points were out of programmes by the time I got there.
But the biscuit.
Ten minutes after the start was due, nothing had happened. Neal Davies, as Bunyan, continued lying on a futon in full view of everyone pretending to dream Calvinistic allegories.
A crackle in the sound system and inaudible words ending up with "the show will start soon."
Then the message came over audibly. "One of the performers is stuck in traffic. When she arrives we can start. The show will start soon." O my God, I am becoming a TOP fuddy duddy. I have seen Sir John Tooley wringing his hands and sweating profusely in front of that red curtain at ROH. No senior management can be bothered to assure the punters nowadays. And the lack of tact! The message would once upon a time have gone: "One of the performers is delayed for unavoidable reasons. Tonight's performance of Vaughan Williams' Pilgrims' Progress will start as soon as she arrives."
After twenty minutes, and Neal Davies having tried several more positions on his futon to avoid cramp, Tracey tells us that the part of First Shining Being will now be sung by Shirley Smithers. The strings and chorus take their places. The lights go out. The lights come up on Richard Hickcox at the podium, the psalm tune York starts up, and my heart and stomach turn over.
If music can move me after that degree of irritation, it must be very important to me.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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Reiner Torheit
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« Reply #17 on: 12:49:07, 21-06-2008 » |
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Marvellous, Don B! All in the best English traditions of "muddling on", and you tell it with vivid detail It's very selfless of you to put yourself through this, so that the rest of it can avoid this music PS - I wonder which genius decided to stage this work on the eve of the Pagan Solstice?
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"I was, for several months, mutely in love with a coloratura soprano, who seemed to me to have wafted straight from Paradise to the stage of the Odessa Opera-House" - Leon Trotsky, "My Life"
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #18 on: 13:01:33, 21-06-2008 » |
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As I muttered to Sancho in the longeurs of the delay, Lilian Baylis would never have allowed it. The show must go on was her motto come what may.
And if the First Shining One was stuck on a 19 bus at 7.30, why not push out the understudy then in stead of leaving the audience and the other players to twiddle thumbs? It must have been awful for the performers to be all keyed up to go and then hang around.
Our return home was slightly delayed by Turkey's victory over Croatia, which lead the entire Turkish population of N16 to drive their cars round Newington Green honking and waving Turkish flags. They managed to reproduce in Green Lanes the typical traffic conditions of Istanbul, ie total gridlock. We got off the bus and walked.
George and Ruth may have their own take on the work, but I can't remember being so moved in a theatre for years.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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Stanley Stewart
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« Reply #19 on: 13:37:23, 21-06-2008 » |
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It must have been a remarkable spiritual experience DB to override such a dispiriting start to the evening. Surely Sancho and you were also inclined to engage in Dona nobis pacem on the return bus journey! I envy your fortitude and look forward to your comments on the production. Sadler's Wells Theatre was always a stark sauna experience on a summer's eve - pre renovation era, of course - and I assume that the need to wear a coat was due to inclement weather.
My afternoon treat will be to listen to a newly arrived CD of 'Lorraine at Emanuel', Live recordings from the Emmanuel Music Archive (first release celebrating the lives of Lorraine Hunt Lieberson & Craig Smith). Bach Cantatas BWV 30 & BWV 33 with Dejanira's arias from Handel's Hercules in between. The back sleeve of the booklet on this Avie Records recording (£8 99/hmvonline) is a repro of the Pilgrim's Progress Window at Emmanuel Church, Boston, where Emmanuel Music is the Ensemble-in-Residence.
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Ron Dough
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« Reply #20 on: 13:40:55, 21-06-2008 » |
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The law of the theatre is quite firm; unless otherwise directed, all performers must be in by the 'half' - 35 minutes before the curtain is due to go up. Failure to arrive before the appointed time means replacement (at the Company Manager's discretion). If a performer fails to arrive by the 'quarter' (20 minutes before the show's due up) then the cover is normally prepared for performance. I appreciate that in these circumstances there may not have been a standby prepared, but there should surely have been a more professional way of dealing with the delay.
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Reiner Torheit
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« Reply #21 on: 14:58:43, 21-06-2008 » |
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The law of the theatre is quite firm; unless otherwise directed, all performers must be in by the 'half'
And this is a convention which the performers themselves firmed-up - waaaay back in the 1980s there arose a dispute in which performers insisted that if they were required ahead of curtain-up to dress and make-up, then that time ought to be paid as part of their duties.
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"I was, for several months, mutely in love with a coloratura soprano, who seemed to me to have wafted straight from Paradise to the stage of the Odessa Opera-House" - Leon Trotsky, "My Life"
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George Garnett
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« Reply #22 on: 15:10:29, 21-06-2008 » |
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You have made me look forward even more keenly to tomorrow's performance, Don B, although sorry to hear about the shambles at the start. I understand that The Grand Inquisitor will also be taking his place in the Cardinals' Box tomorrow so the management had better smarten up their act before then if they want to avoid serious repercussions. waaaay back in the 1980s there arose a dispute in which performers insisted that if they were required ahead of curtain-up to dress and make-up, then that time ought to be paid as part of their duties.
That was the miners, surely, in the run up to the 1974 Heath/Wilson election?
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Stanley Stewart
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« Reply #23 on: 15:21:29, 21-06-2008 » |
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The law of the theatre may be firm but is also flexible. Not only on respecting the 'half' but also cooperating when a 'firm' designated break between rehearsal and performance is required to be pliable. My worst experience was playing in "Uncle Vanya" in weekly rep, ye gods! At the dress rehearsal, the sets were so lumbering that we had to perform the play, in reverse order, ending up with Act 1 in place. Curtain-up was at 7.30pm but we were still mouthing the lines to each other at 7.25pm, behind the proscenium curtain, as the audience assembled.
"The law is an ass" Dogberry?
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Reiner Torheit
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« Reply #24 on: 15:36:38, 21-06-2008 » |
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That was the miners, surely, in the run up to the 1974 Heath/Wilson election?
That may have been where the principle arose, but it was certainly one of the grievances behind the ENO Chorus work-to-rule of the 1980s. It was a grievance with which I sympathised, and underlying it were the dismally inadequate changing-room facilities for the chorus... to have any hope of getting made-up in time, or getting your head under a shower afterwards to get the caked make-up out of your hair, you needed to plan on arriving an hour before, and leaving up to an hour after the performance.
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"I was, for several months, mutely in love with a coloratura soprano, who seemed to me to have wafted straight from Paradise to the stage of the Odessa Opera-House" - Leon Trotsky, "My Life"
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Il Grande Inquisitor
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« Reply #25 on: 21:15:21, 22-06-2008 » |
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I've just got back from this afternoon's performance. Good to meet up with George again, and to compare notes in the interval. I thought it was tremendously done; the semi-staging was simple, but highly effective and it was good to have the orchestra on-stage. Roddy Williams sang (and acted) superbly and the line-up of singers Hickox managed to assemble for this was impressive. It's been a while since I was moved to tears at an operatic performance, but the finale was just overwhelming. What a pity there were only two performances - I'd have gone back to see it again.
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George Garnett
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« Reply #26 on: 22:57:57, 22-06-2008 » |
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Was very glad indeed that I went to this and, as I mentioned to IGI, if it weren't for the benevolent influence of this MB (and Ron's advocacy of RVW in particular) I probably wouldn't even have thought of doing so a couple of years ago. The score is just glorious and, if you are prepared to trust it and meet it on its own territory, it's a deeply moving experience. The harmonies RVW conjures up are phenomenally beautiful and the brass writing in particular just wonderfully individual and completely disarming. I agree entirely with IGI about the effectiveness of the simple staging and about Roderick Williams' outstanding central performance. It seemed to be a labour of love for him and indeed for all involved in the production and it was good to see that reflected back in the response from the audience which, I think, almost surprised itself by its warm enthusiasm.
In a desperate attempt to find something to nit-pick about, I wasn't wild about the depiction of Mr and Madam By-Ends which seemed jarringly out of style with the rest of the production but, that minor niggle apart ... beautifully judged stuff.
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #27 on: 08:51:43, 23-06-2008 » |
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Now the By End scene strikes me as very telling - Richard Coxon sung it ten years ago at the Barbican and on disc for Chandos. The way Mr By End's smug little motif fits the words "I am become a gentleman of quality" is a depiction of complacent bourgeois sycophancy which would meet the heartiest approval from some of our more politically radical members.
My gripe was the Woodcutter's Boy's microphone. Maybe they had sorted out the volume control by Sunday, but Friday he was unfortunately louder than all the other cast members.
But, as I said, wonderful, and tears down the cheeks at the end.
For voice fanciers, a chance to compare the tenors of James Gilchrist (more the lay clerk) and Andrew Kennedy (more operatic tone, but Lord Lechery's song did not dominate the orchestra and the words were unclear.)
Gilchrist was joined by two fine basses as Shepherds of the Delectable Mountains.
Roderic Williams was very good. A male opera singer who can sing a whole scene shirtless without being visually embarrassing is rare. And he has a lovely smile. O and his voice is lovely too.
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George Garnett
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« Reply #28 on: 09:31:10, 23-06-2008 » |
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Now the By End scene strikes me as very telling - Richard Coxon sung it ten years ago at the Barbican and on disc for Chandos. The way Mr By End's smug little motif fits the words "I am become a gentleman of quality" is a depiction of complacent bourgeois sycophancy which would meet the heartiest approval from some of our more politically radical members. Oh yes, indeed, Don B. No complaints about RVW's setting. I just meant that I thought the acting/direction at that point was overdone and undermined Bunyan's/RVW's satire whereas the main Vanity Fair scene was much more sharply presented. But that may have been just me. Did something go a bit wrong on Sunday just at the end of that scene, IGI? It was out of my line of sight (far stage right) unlike from Your Eminence's seat bang in the centre of the stalls. My gripe was the Woodcutter's Boy's microphone. Maybe they had sorted out the volume control by Sunday, but Friday he was unfortunately louder than all the other cast members. I think they probably had. It was noticeable as being miked but acceptably discreet to my ears. A young Hickox indeed. And just to show I can do other than gushing, I thought that Neal Davies (surprisingly) as John Bunyan was a little weak vocally but that may have been the contrast with Roderick W's excellent clarity. But all these are all minor niggles. Overall a deeply rewarding musical experience. A male opera singer who can sing a whole scene shirtless without being visually embarrassing is rare. Without wishing to be ungallant to anyone, I can only immediately count on the fingers of five hands the number of female opera singers of whom the same could be said. Seven hands ...
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Il Grande Inquisitor
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« Reply #29 on: 19:36:03, 23-06-2008 » |
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Oh yes, indeed, Don B. No complaints about RVW's setting. I just meant that I thought the acting/direction at that point was overdone and undermined Bunyan's/RVW's satire whereas the main Vanity Fair scene was much more sharply presented. But that may have been just me. Did something go a bit wrong on Sunday just at the end of that scene, IGI? It was out of my line of sight (far stage right) unlike from Your Eminence's seat bang in the centre of the stalls.
It seemed fine to me, assuming you mean the Mr and Mrs By-Ends scene; they left muttering to the audience something about Marks and Spencers which caused some amusement. I do agree that the staging there was overdone and stuck out a bit from the rest of the production. Adam Hickox was miked, but very subtly and it didn't bother me at all. I thought he had an engaging stage presence and his scenes with Roddy worked very well. It was interesting to compare the tenors Gilchrist and Kennedy; I like Kennedy's voice, but Gilchrist really showed him up, diction-wise. I especially liked the scene with the shepherds: Gilchrist, plus Matthews Brook and Rose on fine form.
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