15 June 2015

Melbourne Chamber Orchestra: Hennessy’s Beethoven

Melbourne Chamber Orchestra
Deakin Edge
Saturday 13 June 2015


Some people are given music for their birthdays. My mum was given a shiny new piano trio written by Benjamin Martin for her 90th. She can’t read it and I get lost at about page 1.5 even when Seraphim Trio are playing it. But she likes it because the first two pages of the manuscript hang in her room.

William Hennessy was given an auto-performance of Beethoven’s Violin Concerto for his 60th (he’s really quite young). It was a sort of self-gift because he’s artistic director of MCO.

In September last year the conversation went something like,
‘Next year we’re gunna do the Beethoven.’
Which number?
‘Nine. Just joking, just joking.’
Right. Who’s on the piano?’
You mean, Who’s on the fiddle?’
Right. Who’s on the fiddle?’
‘Me. It’s for my 60th.’
Ah! Right. And since you have a Melba complex, we’re gunna play it all round the State.
‘Correct.’

So we, the Saturday audience, saw and heard Hennessy’s wonderful birthday gift. The thing we didn’t see until the end was a second present, a Haydn’s concerto – or at least its second movement.

Young Mr Dahlenberg got a gift too: the conducting gig.

Everyone, including me, was happy, and that’s important. I’ve paid good pensioner-money for my seat so I hafta enjoy it.

Mr Hennessy didn’t need a white bow tie (and YMD knew he’d just look silly behind one) to tell us he was a master. We knew it from his quiet, absolutely controlled entry (I could see, mentally, he’d been away somewhere for a couple of minutes while the orchestra set the landscape for him) and we knew it in part, until we got to the second movement, from the cadenzas.

Beethoven had started slow because of the four notes of the tympanist (try arguing with the tympani) and I was worried until I realised YMD had it under control. He had the wonderful valveless trumpets – they had been a bit dominant in Haydn’s witty (the violins tune up in the fifth movement) 60th Symphony before the long break – under control too. He built the tempo gradually to that which is slower than many contemporary recordings (I can play this faster than you and bugger the definition) but I had no problem with that. It worked. It was a stately but exciting performance. Powerful.

Beethoven Violin Concerto Op. 61 1st mvt


The second and third movements (no break) built to pure magic. Everyone knew what they were doing. The baroque trumpets, less harsh than a modern trumpet, welded themselves to the bassoon and the horns as if they’d been bred together. The strings, of course, were flawless but we knew that would be the case before they came on stage. Hennessy was totally master here. It was as if legato was his middle name and that, with his controlled phrasing, made the second emotionally intense.

Beethoven Violin Concerto Op. 61 2nd mvt


If that wasn’t enough, the encore piece, the second, adagio movement of Haydn’s C major concerto followed.

Encores can destroy the atmosphere that a musician has spent half an hour crafting. This encore piece established and built the classical, emotional atmosphere of Beethoven and reinforced it. The Haydn concerto is firmly baroque but in Hennessy’s hands it was firmly baroque-tending-to-romantic. The performance was spell-binding. The seven second silence that the conductor asked for – and was given – demonstrated that.

William Hennessy has a long and distinguished history of strings education and performance in this State.

In this these performances one could see why.


Repeated Sunday 14 June at Elizabeth Murdoch Hall

then up (and down) country Victoria.

14 June 2015

Melbourne Symphony Orchestra: Britten, War Requiem, Op 66

Melbourne Symphony  Orchestra et al
Hamer Hall, Melbourne
Thursday, Friday 11 June and 12 June 2015

Benjamin Britten’s War Requiem is layered upon layer with meaning. Everything is deliberate: text, score, performance.
Sir Colin Davis and the MSO found all three on Thursday night.

I admit I’ve been an MSO refusenik for years. Too many dull performances from players described by one wit as “Check the watch at the end of the second movement after interval. Will I get the 10.15 train?” I saw Graham Abbott conduct a Keys to Music on Hayden’s Farewell with the MSO violins out of tune. A Brahms Symphony on the car radio; god, that’s awful, who’s playing it? MSO. Right! An Elgar (I think it was) Symphony in Hamer Hall a year or so ago that was listless.

I decided to risk the MSO with Britten because I’m a bit of a Britten tragic and I’d had to cancel seats for the War Requiem in London last year. I hadn’t researched the Wilfred Owen poetry (as my wife had) so I decided to treat the performance as pure music – a symphony if you like. All I knew was that Britten had written the Requiem for the dedication of the new Coventry Cathedral. The Luftwaffe had fire bombed the C14 building on 14 November 1940.

Churchill Cathedral H 14250" by Horton (Capt) - War Office official photographer - This is photograph H 14250 from the collections of the Imperial War Museums. Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons - https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Churchill_CCathedral_H_14250.jpg#/media/File:Churchill_CCathedral_H_14250.jpg

I was stunned. It was a gut-grabber; absolutely visceral and for the entire performance. I could make out about four words – one was “requiem” – among the huge forces: a full and a chamber orchestra, a full and a children’s choir, a chamber organ and three soloists (soprano, tenor, baritone). I once heard Gotterdammerung out of sight of the subtitles and I fell in love (with the music and Lisa Gasteen). It was not just a case of huge forces. The MSO players found that which Sir Andrew demanded of them: emotional intensity and control in equal measure.

I went away and did some homework work before the repeat, direct broadcast. The ABCFM engineers, Nicholas Mierisch and Alexander Stinson, had microphones over the middle of the full (actually augmented) orchestra so that’s where I “was” on Friday night, roughly beside the bloke who belted the tubular bells (= church bells) whose specialty was the diabolus in musica augmented fourth interval between C and F♯ (as in Night on Bald Mountain). That devil’s interval appears throughout the Requiem even mockingly in the Requiem aeternam. The boys’ choir/chamber organ were the angelic chorus, the full choir sang the requiem text with the Russian soprano, Tatiana Pavlovskaya standing in place of Galina Vishnevskaya who was refused permission to sing the first performance of 30 May 1960. The English tenor Ian Bostridge stood in for Peter Pears and Dietrich Henschel the German tenor stood in for Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau.

Britten (r) and  Pears 1954 in Venedig

Britten had built allusions to the futility and the horror of war throughout the entire work and they were very evident, standing in the middle of Hamer Hall’s platform. The emotionally charged opening male chorus ppp against the double bases and cellos, Britten’s homage to Verdi’s Requiem in his own, the Owen poetry (for example, “What passing bells for these who die as cattle?’ and “But the old man would not and slew his son, - and half the seed of Europe one by one.”), the conversation between the two already dead, opposing soldiers finally singing together “Let us sleep now …” and the soprano’s razor edge in and against the chorus.

This is where the expert writer closes with something pithy. In the absence of anything clever, I’ll simply refer to the nights’ opening piece, Elegy for String Orchestra in memoriam of Rupert Brooke of 1915 by the Australian Frederick Septimus Kelly. Kelly participated in Brooke’s burial on Skyros on 23 April 1916. He, Kelly, 35, was shot in the head during the Battle of the Somme in November 2015. He is buried in Martinstart. 

The programming of the piece was inspired; its performance was superb.

see also:
Kildea Paul, Benjamin Britten A Life in the Twentieth Century, Allen Lane, London, 2013
and
2013 High Resolution Remaster of the 1963 orginal:
Single CD / Rehearsal CD / Blu-ray Audio
Decca Cat No.0289 478 5433 3
Galina Vishnevskaya Peter Pears Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau, Bach Choir, Melos Ensemble, London Symphony Orchestra and Chorus
Conductor: Benjamin Britten


12 June 2015

An extraordinary proposal to give a minister the power to strip an Australian of their sole citizenship.

Hon A. J. Abbott MP
Member for Warringah,
Hon P. C. Dutton MP
Member for Dickson


Mr Abbott and Mr Dutton,

The news report:
Senator Brandis, in opposing the plan, told the cabinet meeting: "I am the Attorney-General. It is my job to stand for the rule of law."
Mr Joyce put to the meeting: "Isn't that what we have courts for?"

The comment:

source: www.theguardian.comcommentisfree2015jun05the-leaks-the-lies-the-whole-nation-is-doing-its-nut

And my considered response:
The proposal of Abbott and Dutton to abrogate the established legal process for base political gain are contemptible.
In doing so they have brought the office of Prime Minister and the office of Minister for Immigration and Border Protection – and themselves – into contempt.

Stewart

Stewart Jackel


Author,
Albert’s Wars
Raising Rosie
The Boobiebum Doodle Machine
RMIT PWE Judy Duffy Award
Consuetudo, jus et norma loquendi. (Horace)



cc:        Hon K. J. Thomson MP

01 June 2015

Alice's Adventures in Operaland

Victorian Opera Master of Music (Opera Performance) students
Playhouse, Arts Centre
Melbourne
Saturday, Sunday 23, 24 May 2015

Alice is a new opera by Libby Hill and dead people, and Richard Mills and other dead people. It's a pastiche –  in a nice way  of hit arias from seven operas that you and I know really well. Libby wrote it as an education tool about opera for kids (only for kids?) but one of its hidden agendas is that it's an education tool for the young, but very expert singers of the MoM program. Richard wanted two Rossini clips included because lots of Rossini is fast. If you can sing  his stuff (I've seen one tenor sing a Barber of Seville aria standing on his head, but he was Asian at the time) you can do diction.

There were weekday performances for school kids and weekend performances for grannies and kids. There was also – and this was where it got really interesting – a performance advertised as "accessible". It was a "Relaxed Performance specifically designed to welcome young people with a learning disability, Down’s Syndrome, Autism Spectrum Condition or sensory and communication disabilities, as well as other children who would benefit from this performance environment."

I parked myself up the back where I could see the stage and the audience. I had a great time.

There were no concessions to the audience except space to move around and that idea worked really well. The orchestra, conducted by Victorian Opera’s Head of Music Phoebe Briggs, was superb. The MoM singers were simply terrific as always. Wonderful arias, wonderful singing, lovely, simple staging.  But the best bit was that, at the accessible performance, people (like me) who do the cat's-arse-mouth thing at a lolly unwrapper had to cope with a very different environment. Noise!

Here's a link to a piece I wrote about it with Scott Whinfield, a Vic Opera staffer.
http://www.victorianopera.com.au/news/blog/exploring-operaland/

A rabbit in need of a haircut? -and a matchmaker?
Ridiculous!
Source: https://www.facebook.com/victorianopera/photos/a.10153078983249219.1073741841.127956549218/10153078983639219/?type=3&permPage=1
Disclaimer. My wife and I support the Victorian Opera Master of Music (Opera Performance) program so I'm biased - very! And there are vacancies.

21 April 2015

Brisbane Baroque: Danger Territory

Elizabeth Lewis in Dido and Aenaeus
Jeremy Kleeman in Faramondo
Brisbane Baroque
April 2015


Some opera arias are danger territory – traps for old and young players. The Queen of the Night’s high Fs probably head the list; will she get it/them all? “Dido’s Lament” has three dangers: one, that everyone knows how it should be sung; two, that “… laid in earth, may my wrongs create …” are dotted crotchets that must not sound jaunty and three, that “Remember me, remember me, but ah! forget my fate.“ has the “e” of remember sung on a high-ish G. “e” flattens the mouth and pitches the sound forward and the note very easily sounds tinny. I’ve heard first class singers not manage it.

Elizabeth Lewis’s voice is still maturing but I’d heard it develop enough over the past 16 months since she joined Victorian Opera’s Master of Music program to know that she would have the depth and vocal richness to produce a beautiful sound. As well, the great Lisa Gasteen and MoM would have made sure that she would be technically eminently capable of producing the notes and acting the role.

In short I knew she had the voice, the talent and some of Australia’s best opera teachers. So it was a case of sit back, relax and wait for her small (even if it is the title role) but immensely powerful singing to grab me.

It did.

She went home to Queensland for that triumph. But for my money she’s ours in Melbourne until she graduates in November 2015.

I last heard Jeremy Kleeman sing a complete opera as the title role in The Magic Pudding in 2013 towards the end of his two year study with the MoM program. In that, his acting (he had the part nailed) and singing were memorable – and first class. Faramondo is light years away from The Pudding – well, 276 years away. But Jeremy seemed to span that divide with apparent ease. He seemed as much in control of Teobaldo, the captain of the guard, as he was inside the head (bowl?) of the curmudgeonly pudding.

Two things struck me about his performance in Brisbane: one, that his voice is maturing beautifully – deeper and richer and two, that his acting skills are great. In Pudding he was grumpy and constantly threatened with violence, in Faramondo he got royally beaten up by the black shirts in motorbike helmets – blood on his chest and all. But still he kept singing – superbly. It occurred to me then that he is in line for AO’s Don Giovanni. He is well on the way to developing the voice and he looks good as a member of the bbbb*.

I’m looking forward to seeing him standing on the dining table, going to hell.
*bare belly button brigade