Saint Cuthbert’s Church
Thursday 23rd August
With its ninth nation-touring production, Opera Bohemia has recently completed its touring itinerary of Verdi’s Falstaff. I caught them at the end of the Fringe at Saint Cuthbert’s Church in Edinburgh, the same place where I witnessed OB perform Puccini’s Gianni Schicchi a couple of years ago, which to this day remains my favorite peformance of any opera, it was just so well done. One of the reasons was how the ensemble handle the nuances of comedy with extreme vivacity, & I was very much looking forward to seeing what they could do with one of those cultural rarities – a Verdi comedy. There were only two in fact, composed fifty years apart – ‘Un Giorno di Regno‘, the second opera of his long career, and of course Falstaff, his last, composed upon the approach to 80. ‘Un Giorno’ is a bit shoddy & surely made Verdi realise comedy was not his forte; but perhaps the failure had always haunted him, & on creating Falstaff would use all his talents to create a comic masterpiece.
After having relentlessly massacred so many heroes & heroines,
I have at last the right to laugh a little
Falstaff is presented in three acts, with the libretto adapted by Arrigo Boito from Shakespeare’s The Merry Wives of Windsor, plus a sprinkling scenes from Henry IV, parts 1 and 2. A pastiche, then, it tells of farcical efforts of Sir John Falstaff to seduce two married women in order to gget his grubby hands on their husbands’ wealth. Premiered in February 1893, at La Scala, the quibbling Verdiphile purists hated it, & it may have slipped between the cracks but for Toscanini’s championing of the piece. By 2018, the popularity of Falstaff emanated majestically from a full-pewed Saint Cuthberts, while OB’s excellent & atmospheric 11-piece orchestra played the opening strains to the expert wand-weaving of Alistair Digges.
Witnessing opera at Saint Cuthberts is a joy, I simply adore the crystalline audionics. As for the performance, Andrew McTaggart was vitally commanding as ‘Immenso Falstaff, Enorme Falstaff,’ who frollicked all over Verdi’s adventurous score. Both Catriona Clark (Alice Ford) & Fiona Mackenzie (Meg Page) looked beautiful, sang soprano beautifully, & pulled off the amorous gamesladyship with glamor & guile. Between them, Hazel Mc Bain’s Nanetta fluttered about, while Douglas Nairne pulled off a fantastic & dramatic job as the jealous Mr Ford.
Experiencing the kettleboiling operatics of Falstaff is like going on a speedboat ride – there’s barely a moment’s rest, & in the hands & voices of OB it was all so jolly. & so fun, & so expertly sung. Falstaff requires a strong cast of ten principals, & each flowed equally into their rich pool of talent. Production wise, Elizabethen England had been shunted forwards a few centuries; The House of Ford was now a department store, which is expertly transformed into the Windsor Great Park for the bullish finale. The famous laundary basket scene, where Falstaff is thrown into the Thames inside of one, was another clever piece in a long procession of top-notch stagecraft – here a desperate McTaggart is squeezed inside a packing case marked with a capital F. Director Adrian Osmand has given us an authentic opera, sung in Italian (with subtitles), creamy as gelato, & best off all, funny. He who laughs last, laughs loudest, & I’m still chuckling as I write this review.
This Opera in the well-known Blythswood Hall on Bath Street had, to my eyes, a sense of impermanence with our many chairs simply set up for this specific evening. The hall is used for many differing events and dances but it is a church based venue where this scene was set. It’s usage, fairly large, had a beautiful stage with exposed brick at the back creating a plush feeling from their sensible budget . The sparse set was well done and the stage seemed to shine with brass and brick. The coffee shop of scene 1 soon erupted and was immediately into its deep plunge of already amalgamated music.
The Italian (as it was written) worked well with the translation that was placed above the stage, which was a good place because it meant that you could flip easily between everything that was going on. The lyrics were, as with most Italian operas, was very dramatic, based on emotion and had a depth that was thrilling, showing how poetics can drive with a great force and become something old and new to the peering eye of the audience.
Original instrumentation (from Mozart’s direction) included 2 timpani percussion instruments, these were left out for the Blythswood hall performance changing attention to the louder voices of each character, actor. Everything that happens during the performance for me led away from the fact that this was a farce and was intended to be so. Beethoven (though supportive of Mozart described this opera as immoral, a name that has held sway in 1790 right up until relatively recently. Mozart himself was going through turmoil in his love life and so felt upright about his writing of the Cosi Fan Tutte.
The plot moved around in a seemingly fast manner yet there was time to digest it as it moved along, scene by scene. Though there was a lot to get through, being a full on opera, there was no rush or tardiness. The movement in the overture was greatly created by Mozart in its classical adherence yet for Fan Tutte he dismantled classical opera and music replacing those with the farce comedic over riding concept. There are similarities between this work and William Shakespeare’s play ‘The taming of the shrew’. There was a sense in Fan Tutte of mockery especially in the field of serious opera writing.
The significance of comedy was enhanced because of the more serious insinuations that are inherent in opera. There was a sense of spite involved in the evening making fun of human fealty between men and woman who are reduced to farce. The costume ideas ran well in the shape of things, set around early twentieth century rather than what would have been in style in the late 1700ds perhaps as an indication to the fact that the opera had only recently been endorsed by society (now it is looked at with favour).
The great roles and twists of the cast were potent and stand alone. Each of whom (9) had a special importance especially in their timing, which was perfectly enhanced from the intention of the work, as is in classical opera. The precision of all the detail becomes more apparent after seeing Fan Tutte as you take your walk home realising more observation took place than it felt like in the hall. Retracing how the cast worked becomes more wonderful at the realisation of what each situation held for them.
The two Fiordiligi sisters played by Angharad Shanahan and Katharina Gebauer had so much to do with each other telling themselves in despair and in the return of hope as they languish. The two perpetrators in the plot were Despana played by Kelli-Ann Masterson and Don Alfonso played by Eric Patterson. Don Alfonso put the sisters to pay with his cunningly adapted plan to prove that the two sisters (Fiordiligi) won’t maintain their loyalty to their fiancée, who in the meantime hatch a plan of their own by faking army service abroad. The sister’s innocence was to be discarded throughout the night, though their treatment by the writer was scowling and filled with mockery. The plot is repeatedly eventful where as in this production the simple set is accepted as the right moment, sets were changed during live play which was kind of charming.
The stunning music of the orchestra who positioned themselves in front of the stage worked very well during. It was enthralling and enticing, and gave the actors great prominence in a completely professional way (budget being what it was). If you are interested in human behaviour there was some vivid components offering up to consideration. Who was more vulnerable? The sisters or their fiancée’s? do we rely on each other for different things? Is there a division between the sexes?
Mozart knew this and he depicted accordingly, this same accordance was a part of this performance that offered an acute appeal within the whole piece of the Opera. Razvan Luculescu, who was musical director, led the music behind a screen, together with the off stage orchestra. His extensive career where at the moment he works in Falkirk helped lead to the conduction of Fan Tutte. The young orchestra were dependable, making each component have no doubt as to quality and therefor I shall desist with the idea of the evening being amateur.
In fact Clyde Opera Group is in its third year as a community group who invite enthusiasts of theatre (opera) all of whom work with Hanna Brown the director. Their aim is to bring live opera to Glasgow, though as yet they have little or no funding. They use it wisely making the best out of everything that it takes to get this sort of evening together, we should at least admire the tact of the production and its commitment to opera in Glasgow.
In act 2 we saw a rise in general content (inclusive of all aspects) it seemed more like a tragedy than a comedy. Or perhaps it was a tragic comedy which all depends on the Mozart’s intentions which was perhaps to strike a blow coming from his own personal frustration, a link his work is known for.
Every time Don Alfonso was to sing his baritone a distance of character was obvious along-side his contempt for the face of Human frailty (namely it’s unfaithfulness). He darkened the door step of the two couples that happened again by Despina’s reaction to the story of where woman should be faithful to their fiancée’s. The pivotal role of what we would now call swinging was an indication of Mozart’s fragile and thus offended reasonability. He still shines through his abilities for creating the very best in classical antiquity.
Subtitles are actually a big deal, they add an extra dimension where one is inspired to an aspiring degree. There is fun to be found with this extra dimension of piecing together the different hatches to make up a whole. All of the evening functioned in this way and delivered a concise and consistent portrayal by the Clyde Opera Group of the controversial satiated composition
PAISLEY OPERA HOUSE
SEEDHILL SPORTS GROUND
26th, 28th, 29th July
It will be talked about for a long time to come. On a sports field in Paisley Scottish Opera erected a temporary Opera House: a tent comprised of a series of huge curving, airy shells. An hour before their production of Leoncavello’s “Paglicacci” began, it was buzzing with face painting, a chance to try on costumes, a donkey, games, a raffle for the chance to conduct the William Tell overture, and there were hot dogs, ice cream and a Punch and Judy show. So, no stuffy foyer bar in this Opera House then.
And it was standing room only, literally, because this was a promenade performance unlike any other. We the audience circulated around a curtained trailer; as the action moved, so did we. The chorus and dancing villagers turned out to be the man, woman or child standing next to you, and audience participation was unavoidable. It was an absolutely joyous communal experience, with amateur singers and dancers drawn from all sections of the local community who had been trained hard to achieve astonishing, sometimes ravishing results. The surround-sound produced by nearly a hundred voices standing among the audience during the big choruses, was very affecting and unforgettable.
The Orchestra of Scottish Opera, looking relaxed in brightly coloured summer dresses – and some even brighter shirts – did not relax their standards one iota under conductor Stuart Stratford, producing a remarkably bright and articulate sound given their canvas backdrop and turf floor. For some of the audience this was a first experience of opera. It was sung in English and the five-strong cast were all excellent in terms of acting as well as singing – not always the case. But being able to stand within a few feet of the outstanding tenor Ronald Samm as he sang the anguished clown Pagliacci’s famous aria “On with the costume”, many were visibly moved, sharing his heartbreak. You don’t feel that effect at the back of the stalls at the Theatre Royal. Nor can you sit almost in touching distance of the stage set for the play within a play, which was revealed when the trailer’s curtains were fully drawn back.
It barely mattered, but the plot, basically a simple story of a tragic love triangle among travelling players, was well articulated through brilliant use of all elements of theatre, visual as well as dramatic and musical. Designer Tim Meacock produced a surreal yet comic set, enabling the tragedy and comedy of the story to co-exist until the final explosive scene and the lovers’ deaths. Out of a potential whirlpool of standing and moving bodies Director Bill Bankes-Jones managed to create a remarkably coherent theatrical event in which everyone present had a part to play. For three nights there really was a Paisley Opera House and the people of Paisley made a remarkable happening happen. Opera in a tent? Some opera, some tent.
Glasgow Theatre Royal
17th February 2017
It was time for the first opera of the year. The long winter is almost over, the nights are getting vaguely lighter, & of course the snowdrop metropoli are in abundance wherever there are fallen leaves to nourish them. The wife & I drove the hour & a tiny bit from East Lothian to Glasgow, a pleasant run, now the East End of Glasgow’s motorway system has been neatened up. It was time for the first opera of the year, the bafflingly brilliant Flight, returning to Scotland for the first time since its 2006 showing at the New Athenaeum Theatre.
The creation of composer Jonathon Dove & librettist, April de Angelis, Flight is a multi-paced, multi-voiced symphonica, all played out in a single setting. This, of all places, is an airport’s waiting lounge, which of course offers fantastic potential for intensity of emotion & the almost infinite possibilities for vignettean dramas. Here, the expectancy of travel within the tens of minutes has the capacity to intensify life a thousandfold. I awaited the potential slivers of society cooked up by Dove & de Angelis with interest.
Summoned to our seats by a mock airport tannoy, I found myself in the bosom of TriStar Airlines, watching stellar-voiced James Laing’s shabbily dressed, documentless fellow roll straight out of Tom Hanks’s Immigrant. Both the Hollywood & the operatic avatars were inspired by the same man, Mehran Karimi Nasseri (aka Sir Alfred Mehran), who lived in Paris’ Charles de Gaulle Airport between 1988 & 2006. On stage, right from the start, the operatic version forms a figure much like a quasi-mystical beggar-king, charming his way into the hearts & purses of all the female protagonists. These include a stewardess & three travelers, all four of whom have male interests in one form or the other. The stewardess (Sioned Gwen Davies) has hers right beside her, a fellow steward (Dingle Yandell) with whom she carries on an extremely raunchy affair. This bursts out into vivid, pornographic life in the elevator, & for which reason only the most liberal of parents should think about bringing their school-age kids along. The other three women are passengers; the woman of a certain age waiting for her young Spanish lover (Marie McLaughlin); the pregnant diplomat’s wife who chickens out on the big move to Minsk (Victoria Simmonds); & effervescent Stephanie Corley’s Tina, who provides much of the comedy alongside her husband side-kick & foil, played by the always excellent Peter Auty.
There is one more female voice, former Scottish Opera emerging Artist, soprano Jennifer France. She plays the Controller, who stands on a lofty perch above the stage, flicking out her supreme vocal talents over the tannoy like the wafts of a peacock’s tail. She really does hit the highest notes hearable to the human ear, & rather sweetly too. ‘This is the best time… just the thrum of air rushing along pipes,’ she sings at the commencement, a phantom-like figure who watches proceedings like the gods at Troy, while commenting on them at the same time in the classical rhapsodic fashion. As Flight progresses, she carries on some kind of weird relationship with Laing. ‘I like him to stare at me & adore me,’ she sings. I’m not quite sure why; it doesn’t really effect the opera at all – its all rather dreamlike – but the theme is there & could perhaps have been given a little extra beef in thee plot.
Musically, that ‘radically accessible… style’ described by David Kettle, like many of the emerging works of artists of leisurely longevity, Dove’s first opera could well be his best. Commissioned by Glyndebourne in 1998, & soaring supersonical across the world ever since, I especially liked the explosive & euphorical lasar-intense flourishes, such as when Bill & Tina, remembering their early passions, dueted, ‘the whole world disappeared except you.’ The music & the lyrics just work so well together, testament to Dove’s meeting with de Angelis at a hothouse opera-writing course at an early, burgeoning stage of both their careers. Occasionally, de Angelis fails like so many others in the English libretto’s fight against the cynghanedd-lacking, rhyme-constricting fibers of its language. ‘Sending planes up in the sky, & then they fly,’ ‘its not my fault, I live in a vault,’ are two examples.
My favorite musical moment was when the entire ensemble gazed towards the audience, transforming us into the runway, at which their vocals whoooo’d at the rush-soaring take-off of one of those, ‘pure clean immaculate machines,’ perfectly complemented by Scottish Opera’s scratch-perfect orchestra.
Fierce night, jagged light, pining wind, pinning us to the ground…
After the first act, a very Caledonian electric storm bursts onto the backdrop, grounding the cast for the next two acts in which the traditional raison d’etre of opera – to entertain, to provoke emotions & to inspire subconscious philosophizing – shall be played out. ‘The airport & the storm,’ de Angelis told the Mumble, ‘are like a forest that people go into, a place where transformations happen. All the characters are hoping for a new life in some ways.’ The second acts begins upon a plateaux of pathos, when minds are made to wander in the dark; a little lackluster at first, but it soon picks up & all hell breaks loose in a typical liberal pre-9-11 Airport where craziness was expected – but not encouraged – & allowed.
There’s nobody in the story whose making a short-haul, insignificant flight. An airport represents people’s dreams & hopes. You’re going there hoping for something – maybe a holiday, maybe a whole new life. Jonathan Dove
The hub-hub of an airport is perfectly suited to a traditional operatic ensemble, & the debuting SO director, Australian Stephen Barlow did a smart job of filling the physical spaces. Behind them, Andrew Riley’s set was simple yet authentic, something which the wife took a great deal of pleasure from – tho’ not so much how the opera played out in the end. After a smashing first act she thought it got a bit silly, but opera – especially one with comic pretensions – is sometimes supposed to be silly. The problem is, the modern brain is trained to place comic opera in an Italian setting at least, preferably several hundred years ago, which Flight clearly cannot. But for me, the archetypes were excellent; swap the stewards for Catholic priests, the holidaying couple for a squabbling count & contessa & we’re off… its all really rather the same. Flight could well polarize the opera lover, but if one puts one’s expectations into a tall ice-fill’d glass, along with a generous helping of pina colada, beside some exotic pool – then its all quite enjoyable, fun, & ultimately musically inspiring.
Reviewer : Damian Beeson Bullen
Flight will be touching down…
Glasgow’s Theatre Royal = February 17.21.24
Edinburgh’s Festival Theatre = March 01.03
Theatre Royal, Newcastle
11th November 2017
Opera North is not quite the oligarch-backed opera of the Russian state machine, but it is a distillation of all that is best in the greatest of all the art forms. Newcastle, Hull, Nottingham, Manchester & of course the troupe’s native Leeds are all grandiose beneficiaries of Opera North’s dedication for touring the classics through the operatic backwaters of Britain, whose talented bevvy of musicians & singers are steelishly determined upon bringing the best out of their performances. I experienced them for the first time last Saturday, with the wife & I driving down from East Lothian on a most scintillating sunny day. We had taken a room at the Royal Hotel in Whitley Bay, which took rather a long time to find as nowhere about looked liked the image I had stored in my phone. It then dawned on me I had downloaded an image of the grand whitewashed, cliff-perch’d Royal Hotel in Whitby by mistake, & after laughing at my foolishness the wife & I finally checked into our rooms for the night.
Into Newcastle we went by metro, the Paris of the North-East the wife called it, & there is indeed a salubrious beauty to the city. The Tyneside was especially enigmatic, with its stone’s-throw Millennium Bridge to Gateshead, all set in a plethora of sparkling, water-reflected neon. The grand, sandstone Theatre Royal was equally as splendid; a fine, fine building in which we would take in three of the Little Greats throughout the day – this season’s 6-part program compiled & produced for its loyal fanbase by Opera North. ‘The guiding principle,’ General Director Richard Mantle told the Mumble, ‘is to create a broad range of musical, theatrical & – above all – emotional experiences for everyone. By presenting six short operas rather than three standard-length works we are able to explore the boundless variety of opera in a single season.’
In the afternoon we caught Ravel’s L’Enfant et les Sortiliges, a curious dream-poem in which the rampages of a precocious child come back to haunt him. ‘I don’t want to do my homework, I want to go for a walk, I want to eat all the cake,‘ sings Wallis Giunta, also of the Leipzig Opera Ensemble, who proceeds to smash her house up when her parents are out. From this point ensues Ravel’s self-confessed pastiche of styles, reflecting the several different broken pieces of the household which spring to life in order to admonish the Child. Of these, John Savournin as the armchair was a rather remarkable watch; the symbiotic bodyswerving of sensual, mee-owing cats was equally as beaming a vision; the phallic-spouting teapot (John Graham-Hall) appeared rather like one of those African fertility statuettes; & the ascension of cyan-bloused, velvet-voiced Fflur Wyn’s princess from a giant book of fairy tales was pure Alice in Wonderland. ‘You searched for me in the heart of the rose & the scent of the lily,‘ commenced her sparkling duet with the Giunta, which was for me the musical highlight of the L’Enfant.
About half-way through there comes an extremely slick scene change, where the Child’s house is replaced by a starry universe & then a Garden for the denoument. The ending, in which the Child finds forgiveness & redemption among the tutelary spirits of the animals & plants he had systematically damaged in the garden in the past, went a little off-piste. The spirits arrived chiefly as sack-headed gargoyles, which threw my observational sensibilities off-guard a tad – it was quite scary to be honest – while Jon Savournin’s return as the crucified Tree was equally as harrowing. Once I’d calmed down, however, & re-engaged with Ravel’s remarkable creation, I found the performers all carrying out their singular parts with luminous talent, thus creating a stellar whole.
Returning to the Theatre Royal in the evening, while we were dining across the road in the busy but worth-waiting-for-your-food Italian eaterie that is Carluccio’s, the following conversation ensued.
‘Do you have the tickets, darling?’
‘No, I thought you did.’
Our tickets were, of course, back in Whitley Bay. With only minutes until the first of the evening’s double-bill commenced, we found ourselves in a spectacular tizz. Luckily, on hearing our predicament, the nice people at Opera North managed to find us two more seats – the last in the house it seem’d – & we were able to continue the feast. With nourishing serendipity, our new seats were right beside a certain Matthew Eberhardt, L’Enfant’s young assistant director, who spoke to the Mumble about touring with Opera North.
I’m quite sad to be nearing the end. Producing six operas was a massive challenge for us, but an amazing & fun project. We’re finding our audience enjoys the shorter operas. We live in the Netflix generation now, & feed upon a diet of 45 minute slots. As for going on tour, intimate theaters such as here in Newcastle, & Nottingham, are so similar to the Leeds Grand where we are from, that recreating them is not a problem. We’re going to the Lowry in Salford next week, however, & I for one am rather nervous about how we will do on its extremely large stage.
So to the operas themselves, two products of the late 19th century Italian passion for ‘verismo,’ where real life dramas were created by librettists & composers being able to finally do something of their own, freed from the constraints of formal Wagnerism which had dominated every breath, set & step of opera for decades. The sub-genre’s chief themes are infidelity & revenge; to which both Leoncavallo’s Pagliacci & Mascagni’s Cavalleria Rusticana conform with eager purpose. Pagliacci tells the story of adultery & a menage-a-quatre backstage in an opera company, through which the female voices were in full flourish & we saw star turns from Richard Burkhard (the kapitano of Opera North) as Tonio, Peter Auty’s exuberantly dramatic Canio, & Katie Bird as a perfect Nedda. These three, & the rest of the company, enacted their roles in a revered synthesis that made it the best opera of the day. Perhaps I am biased, but there are portions of Ruggero’s libretto that transcend even Dante at times, especially;
Oh, what a flight of birds, what clamour!
What do they seek? Where do they go? Who knows?…
My mother, who foretold the future,
understood their song and even so
she sang to me as a child.
Hui! How wildly they shout up there,
launched on their flight like arrows!
They defy storm-clouds and burning sun,
as they fly on and on through the heaven.
Light-thirsty ones, avid for air and splendour,
let them pursue their journey; they, too,
follow a dream and a chimera,
journeying on and on through clouds of gold.
Let winds buffet and storms toss them,
they challenge all with open wings;
neither rain nor lightning daunts them,
neither sea nor chasms, as they fly on and on.
They journey towards a strange land yonder,
a land they’ve dreamt of, which they seek in vain…
Vagabonds of the sky, who obey only
the secret force that drives them on and on.
The final panel of the day’s tryptych was the moody slice of maddening village life & the Catholic soul-song that is Cavalleria Rusticana. Somewhere in Sicily, the dowdiness of meniality is deliciously offset by lungtingling lyrics & the only taxi in the village. I’d seen it twice before, but on both of those occasions did not realise how much potential the opera had to be, well, bizarre. Korolina Sofulak clearly had a vision, & brought to the table an aesthetically pleasant & musically wonderful piece, but something a little too abstract was also tossed into the mix & on one occasion I turned round to the wife & mouthed, ‘what the f**k.’
Still, Giselle Allen Santuzza was a brilliant watch, protesting & writhing under the cross as she shivered & shook through her post-seduction by Jonathan Stoughton’s Turridu. Phillip Rhodes was also mightily impressive as Alfio, seeing as he’d just had to smash Silvio in Pagliacci only an hour or so before. As a spectacle, it was like eating three different-flavored chocolates at once, but it was still all rather quite beautiful. The music made it so, especially the gloriously influential Intermezzo. Thus, with the night’s histrionics over, when conductor Tobias Ringborg took the stage to join in with the bows – I applauded most heartily his, & the orchestra’s, precise & sublime accompaniment. With that it was time to go, the fantastic night-life of Newcastle’s teeming, tipsy streets was leaving its trot for the gallop, & away we rode into the night…
Reviewer : Damian Beeson Bullen
Wednesday 1st November
Anthony Burgess Foundation Arts Centre
We arrived at the International Anthony Burgess Foundation Arts Centre as part of a small, eclectic crowd. I overheard a couple discussing previous performances which is always a reassuring start because they enjoyed it enough to come back. The venue was small and intimate, bare brick and exposed pipework within a building housing history about its namesake. As I took my seat, I have to say, my preconceptions of operatic performances have been banished; no grand theatre, no imposing stage and not a black tie in sight! Whilst I appreciate that the history of opera is important, surely finding a way to keep it alive supersedes this. In an interview with the Mumble, Clementine Lovell said that the team wanted to ‘take opera to places where you wouldn’t normally find it’ and to use the setting to get people ‘to give it a go’. I think Pop-Up Opera should be proud because before the performance started I was already willing to embrace the art, as were the people popping in on the off chance there was a spare ticket. I recommend buying a programme, by the way, not only because it financially supports Pop-Up Opera, but because it provides a useful synopsis, a few German words and information on the backgrounds of the cast and crew that I think sheds light on their reasons for working with Pop-Up Opera.
The room held around 50 people, so everyone was close enough when the Hansel & Gretal began. If I had to find a negative, I’d say that the lack of tiered seating at this venue made it a touch difficult to see scenes that unfolded at floor level, but that’s a minor downside to this improvised environment. Minutes into the performance I and many others were laughing out loud at the invaluable yet unobtrusive captions that accompanied the classic tale of Hansel and Gretel. It was not surprising to learn that these had been created by the accomplished comedian Harry Percival; they were short, humorous and provided a simple modern narrative to an opera in its 125th year, complementing the performance, rather than detracting.
Polly Leach (Hansel) instantly stole the show for me. Polly played the part with such ease, clearly comfortable with the German language. She put on a great show being cheeky Hansel whilst demonstrating the skills she has developed over her many years of committed studies leading to her recent graduation from the RCM. When Ailsa Mainwaring appears as mother she is free from inhibition and performs one of the best stage rollickings I’ve seen! Throughout the performance, Berrak Dyer plays the piano beautifully, leaving me in awe. She was flawless and distracting in only the right places. Before I knew it, the interval had arrived and I was delighted to hear that other audience members were as enthralled as I was. I didn’t take much note of the set until Act III. You need your imagination around the versatility of a mop and I have to say I never thought I’d see a floating hot dog on the stage of an Opera!
The applause at the end of the show was well deserved and didn’t seem enough somehow. In summary, I admit a little apprehension towards visiting the opera, this unease was exasperated when a colleague told me the performance was perfect for ‘someone like me’. I admit that this comment irked me a little, I mean, I’m open minded and I am no stranger to art in its varying forms – but ‘someone like me???‘ He was right, I am the target audience, not the particularly stuffy, overeducated older person (sorry!) that we relate to opera goers but good old Northern girl, Aimee. Like a good journalist I did my research before my visit. I learnt about aria, soprano, the use of language etc but you know what? I don’t need that level of knowledge. I am a beginner, I was the target audience. It isn’t often I can honestly say this, but this is one of the best things I’ve seen. To quote one of the final captions Clementine and the team ‘nailed it’.
Reviewer : Aimee Hewitt
After the huge success we had with our “La Boheme” and “Rigoletto” projects hCFlyde Opera are preparing their next production: Cosi fan tutte by W.A Mozart, in Italian (with English surtitles) and with double cast. This is a project to help young soloists to gain more stage experience and to learn a new role. Working with our amazing team and Orchestra of Clyde Opera Group will give singers the opportunity to improve their technique, work with the conductor in all rehearsals, then perform a full role in a well organised production, fully staged and with orchestra. This is the public’s opportunity to join us for 10 days and be part of a wonderful experience. CO’s previous performances of “La Boheme ” and “Rigoletto” were sold out- they are now convinced that the public will love this production too. Rehearsals and performances between the 19th-29th of July 2018 (GLASGOW, UK). Performances on the 28th and 29th of July 2018.
Participants must be available during the entire period of the project. This is a workshop for the training, specialization and advancement of professional opera singers. The workshop will be based on the study and practice of musical interpretation; dramatic interpretation; diction, Italian pronunciation and expression of the text; study of musical dramaturgy in the score, techniques of body movements, posture and acting; vocal ensemble and score study. The production will be double cast and participation will be based on auditions for specific roles. The program is in two parts: 1) musical rehearsals/staging and 2) fully staged opera production (with orchestra). Certain selected artists will be engaged in a concert arranged to take place in a nice little town near the sea. For anyone interested in applying, please include the following with your application: High definition photos, curriculum vitae and repertoire, as well as video-clip (YouTube), a scanned copy of your passport or equivalent identification document that is currently valid. Applicants outside Europe will have to submit the visa and / or residence permit / work permit where necessary. Note – all the applications must be sent to the following address: email@example.com
Applicants who are accepted for an audition will receive notice of their acceptance by email or phone. Fees: All the participants accepted in this program will pay a participation fee. The fees are: Fiordiligi (soprano) £700, Dorabella (soprano) £700, Giglielmo (bass) £700, Ferrando (tenor) £700, Despina (soprano) £700, Don Alfonso (bass) £700. The fee includes the 11 days of the full program (masterclass, rehearsals with all our 3 pianists and orchestra, staging and singing lessons; also, lunch/every day is included + refreshments all day). If you would like to apply for 2 different roles please let us know in advance. The fee is paid in 3 instalments. If accepted into the program there is a deposit of £150 to be paid in maximum 30 days after acceptance (probably before the 25th of January 2018). The deposit is deducted from the fee. Accepted applicants will be responsible for their own flight and accommodation costs (accommodation could be provided if booked in advance for £475 -£550 / person) if you want to know more please get in touch. The organization could indicate available hotels and B & B options; information will be communicated to everyone interested by email.
Deadline for applications is 10th of December 2017 (interviews/auditions to happen before Christmas). If applying from abroad CO could organise Skype interviews or auditions. For more information email: firstname.lastname@example.org