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Tristan und Isolde…what’s going on underneath the surface?

29 Saturday Nov 2014

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Firstly, I would like to say how indebted I am as a Wagner novice to the YouTube channel ‘Wagner Leitmotifs’ which is well worth looking at.  It helped me find my way in to the operas.

Here is a link to all such musical themes that occur in Tristan und Isolde:

I didn’t take to Wagner naturally, I know lots of people do, but I also know that many people are like me; put off by the absence of ‘tunes’ so-to-speak.

The thing about me, is that I am also a geek, and the idea of getting into Wagner’s own sound world and playing spot the motif quite appealed.  Have a listen to all those little YouTube snippets.  Then you can listen to the opera with your ears pricked for them.  I’m not saying this is the best way to listen to Wagner but it really is a great game and a good way to understand what Wagner was trying to do with opera.

A quick word on Leitmotifs…

So, a leitmotif is a little snippet of music that is linked to a character, a place, an emotion, a couple etc. etc.  Wagner opera’s are built of such motifs and become like a sound map.  Every time you hear one of these sounds it is supposed to elicit certain feelings.  This way, either subconsciously or consciously (depending how deeply you study these things), the listener feels draw in by the orchestration rather than feeling alienated by its seeming lack of tonality.

Wagner revolutionised the musical scene with these new ideas, and they can be seen beginning to permeate other forms of operatic output of the period.  Puccini got in trouble with Italian audiences for being too Wagnerian in his use of leitmotifs.  They are particularly apparent in Tosca.

Back to Tristan und Isolde…The opera was composed during a rather turbulent period for Wagner.  He was 44 and had no money.  It was five years since his last opera, Lohengrin, had been performed.  He still had dreams of getting the Ring commisioned, but these were withering.

So he hit upon the idea of writing Tristan und Isolde.  He wrote to Liszt:

“As I have never in life felt the real bliss of love, I must erect a monument to the most beautiful of all my dreams, in which, from beginning to end, that love shall thoroughly satiated. I have in my head “Tristan and Isolde,” the simplest, but most full-blooded musical conception. With the black flag which floats at the end of it I shall cover myself to die.”

Liszt was taken with this and wrote back encouragingly…further good news and encouragement came from the Emperor of Brazil, who told Wagner to write an opera, bring it to the Italian Company in Rio Janeiro, and he could have all the resources he needed to get it staged.  Wagner had to turn him down.  Italian opera singers, he believed, would never be able to get through his music.

Luckily (or not so if you happened to be Wagner’s wife, Minna), he received an invite to stay with his wealthy friends, the Wesendoncks.  He and Minna moved into the small cottage on their estate.  This is where he began having an emotional (if not physical) affair with Mathilde Wesendonck.  So while composing Act One of T & I  there was certainly a great deal on his mind.  Unrequitable love was definitely the theme of the hour.  By 1858 he and Minna were in a state and he left her, and the Wesendoncks, and headed to Venice, where the second act of the opera was composed.

Wagner had other troubles too.  He was wanted for revolutionary activity, and so had to travel carefully.  When he finally found a city he was safe in, with an opera house keen on giving T & I a go, Vienna, it turned out he had composed another Ring; an opera that it seemed impossible for singers to grasp in the time they had and impossible to stage.

He was utterly disheartened.  The tide didn’t turn until patronage arrived in the form of 18 year old Ludwig II, newly crowned King of Bavaria.  Wagner had grabbed his attention with a new (1863) edition of his Ring poem; in the preface of which he called for a “German prince” who might help him realise his vision for a new German opera. In 1964, shortly after his coronation, Ludwig answered Wagner’s prayers.  He commissioned the Ring and set about providing Wagner with as much money and as many resources as he could possibly need to ensure the first performance of Tristan un Isolde.

The opera was highly successful, and remains a firm favourite today.  For me, the key to it was allowing myself to get utterly lost in the music.  The overwhelming sound world is so beautiful and moving if you give yourself up to it entirely.

It also might help to have a look at some of Wagner’s writings to understand his project.  Here they (well some of them) are:

http://imslp.org/wiki/Richard_Wagner%27s_Prose_Works_%28Wagner,_Richard%29

Tristan und Isolde – Act One

20 Thursday Nov 2014

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From the frothy glee of Donizetti to the dark rich resonance of Wagner.  Get your beard out, it’s time for Tristan und Isolde at the Royal Opera House.

Isolde is on her way to England, Cornwall to be precise, on a boat captained by Tristan, who killed her fiancé in battle, and is now merrily shipping her off to be married to his good friend and uncle, King Marke.

The opera starts with a plaintive song about a wild Irish maid, which, Isolde is convinced is a cheap dig at her – rather beautifully sung below, no video I’m afraid!

She get’s pretty angry and sings some rather wild notes of upset while wishing the whole boat would just sink.  Her handmaiden (need a few of these in Wagner), Brangäne, is on hand (see what I did there) to try and cheer her up a bit.  Isolde’s not much in the mood for that though, she’d rather get on with poisoning Tristan, so she commands Brangäne to go and get him.

Tristan, unsurprisingly, is less than keen for a quick chat with crazy Isolde and tells Brangäne as much. 

Brangäne explains that Tristan isn’t coming out to play and so Isolde, now really quite irate, tells a tale of how, during the fighting, she came across a dying stranger on a barge who told her his name was Tantris. She used her healing powers on him, before realising he was actually Tristan, murderer of her lovely man.  She was about to undo her good works with a big old sword when their eyes met and she couldn’t kill Tristan after all.  Tristan promised to leave and never come back as a sort of thank you for the life saving/sparing.

This is most of that… a bit long but very beautiful, again no video!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZ83AyKiQ98

This is why she Isolde so monumentally miffed. Not only did he come back, he decided to marry her off to his overseas mate.  Moreover, this guy who owes her his life won’t even come for a catch up. Terrible manners…besides, she really wants to poison him. Brangäne is a bit disturbed by that idea, but doesn’t say much…well, not too much.

In comes Kurwenal, one of Tristan’s men, to announce that they are nearly there. Isolde swears that she will not appear before her new husband-to-be unless Tristan comes over right now and they have a drink.  Soon Tristan shows up.  Isolde tells him he’s been very naughty and must drink atonement to her.  He knows she is probably trying to kill him, so offers her his sword.  She’d rather not go down that route again, it didn’t work first time, no, no, they really must have a drink.  Deciding there’s not much he can do Tristan drinks the potion and Isolde takes half for herself…

Pretty short opera if Isolde had got her way, problem is, Brangäne has been fooling around with the various bottles and has substituted poison for love potion.  So now Tristan and Isolde are wildly, madly, passionately in love with one another.

Here’s from the moment they drink the potion until the end of the act…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xb-FajyCSkOopsie!

 

Tristan und Isolde – Acts Two & Three

20 Thursday Nov 2014

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Everyone is in Cornwall enjoying (enduring) the hospitality of King Marke.  Luckily for the lovestruck one-time enemies, a hunting party is taking place and they’re pretty sure they can get away with a secret tryst.

Isolde and Brangäne remain in the castle and, when Isolde puts out the burning brazier, it will be Tristan’s signal to come to her for some more love chat.  Isolde is pretty impatient, but Brangäne warns her that Melot, one of King Marke’s men has spotted Tristan and Isolde exchanging dough eyed looks and knows something is going on.  Isolde is too randy to heed the warning and extinguishes the fire.

Brangäne leaves them to it as Tristan arrives.  They finally have a chance to properly declare their love for one another.

It’s a lot of talking.  They call for the night Tristan has a rant against daylight, crying out that it is only at night that they can truly be together. Then together they realise the truth that only the long night of eternal death can truly unite them.

As things go on, and beautifully on, the day starts dawning. Brangäne calls out to the saucy pair that day is coming and they need to wrap it up, but they seem  incapable of paying attention.

As the sun comes up, Melot leads Marke to where the lovers are canoodling.

Marke is understandably upset, but, strangely, not just at his nephew Tristan, but also at Melot for betraying said nephew.

Tristan accuses Melot of also loving Isolde which leads to a big fight.  It’s al getting a bit hot and bothered when Tristan throws aside his sword, allowing Melot to fatally wound him.

Act Three

Tristan is back in Brittany with faithful Kurwenal, where a shepherd is piping a doleful tune.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfi0CjsNBTY

He is dying.  Kurwenal tells the shepherd boy that the only thing that might bring him back to life is Isolde’s arrival.  Tristan wakes up and laments his fate…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHDhJDCr_Ko

He cheers up when he finds out his best beloved is on her way…then get’s sad again and muses on the sad shepherd song that is playing and was playing at the deaths of his parents.

Suddenly the shepherd changes his tune to announce the arrival of Isolde’s ship. Kurwenal rushes to get her, but all in vain.  Tristan gets over excited, rips off his bandages in delirium and dies crying out his lovers name just as she gets there.

Then another ship appears on the horizon; it’s Marke, Melot and Brangäne.  Kurwenal thinks this is dreadful news and launches an attack on Melot to avenge Tristan.  They manage to kill each other even though Melot was only coming to apologise.

Marke and Brangäne arrive at the scene of Tristan’s death and Marke reveals that he now knows everything and had actually come to give his blessing to the lovers.  Isolde wakes briefly, then dies: but not before singing the Liebestod, a stunning aria about her vision of Tristan risen from the dead….here it is…gorgeous!

La Bohème – history and context etc. etc.

17 Monday Nov 2014

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So… one of the most performed operas of all time, jammed pack of famous tunes, what more is there to say?

Well, there are some interesting facts about the whole shebang you might need at a dinner party, so, here goes…

Puccini was just coming to the fore as a leading opera composer when he hit the ground hobbling with slow burner of a hit La Bohème.  And not without some prior scandal and hesitation and a lot of argument either.

Leoncavallo, Puccini’s rival (and trust me, Puccini was insecure enough to see him as such), had offered Puccini a libretto for an opera based on Murger’s novel Scènes de la vie de Bohème.  Puccini had pooh poohed it, and now Leoncavallo was writing it himself. When he discovered Puccini’s intention to write one too, he was not best pleased and took his story to the local press.  Shortly after the Secolo published Leoncavallo’s intention to present a new opera entitled La Bohème; Corriere della Sera published Puccini’s – needless to say it was a little bit messy.

Things were only made messier by the fact that Puccini kept getting fed up with writing La Bohème, and was pretty busy travelling from opera house to opera house to oversee various productions of Manon Lescaut.

In fact he told many people he was packing Bohème in on various occasions.

At one point, he and one of the librettists working on Bohème, Illica, got in such a tiff about the project that Puccini upped sticks and went on a sojourn in Sicily to try and write another opera, La Lupa.

Puccini wanted to get rid of Mimi and Rodolfo’s great break up and have them still together at the start of Act III; Mimi dying in the shabby garret. Illica said, no deal, rightly surmising that this would undermine the complexity of Murger’s original and turn the whole thing into a kitchen sink drama, or, in his words: “a pitiful story…a tear jerker…but not La Bohème...[which is] more complex than that.“

Eventually, Puccini gave up on La Lupa (much to his publisher and benefactor, Ricordi’s, annoyance) and work on La Bohème (now very overdue) continues. But all was not well between composer and librettists.  Puccini even tried to hire a new librettist through the back door, without even telling Ricordi. Plus, the second librettist on the project, Giuseppe Giacosa, was having trouble coming up with a libretto for Act III that anyone could agree on.

Anyway, when La Bohème  finally did get up and running it was hardly an instant success. The premier in Turin had terrible reviews, but it seemed to pick up steam with each new production.

Then, Leoncavallo’s version of Bohème premiered in Venice, and was a flop.  Puccini was unbecomingly smug about this, even composing a poem about his friend’s failure (and they say schadenfreude is a German thing).

Puccini had, perhaps unknowingly, composed a masterpiece.  What seemed like a none-story was to become one of the most performed and touching operas of all time.

It’s taken on many, many guises – from a televised film version with Anna Netrebko to a shabby heart wrencher in a North London pub – but the Jonathan Miller version that is about to start (once again) at the ENO is a classic of a classic.  It has everything you want from a La Bohème and no directorish ego in the way.  Many people say Miller is a genius, I am not sure about that – I think he is just very good at doing exactly what is on the page, and seeing as Puccini, Illica and Giacosa were pretty good at their jobs, that’s quite enough!

La Bohème

16 Sunday Nov 2014

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Another Christmas, another La Boheme at the English National Opera.  One of Puccini’s most famous operas, you could say it needs no introduction, especially Jonathan Miller’s acclaimed production.

It’s not the most tricky of plots, so let’s whistle through it…

This is the story of Rodolfo, Mimi, Marcello and Musetta and a few other young students, and their precarious existence in Paris in the early nineteenth century.

It is Christmas Eve and Rodolfo (the writer), and Marcello (the painter), are awaiting the return of their flatmates: Colline (the philosopher), and Schaunard (the musician). They are complaining bitterly (but also playfully) about the trials of the bohemian life. They have no money, and not enough talent it would seem, as they decide that Rodolfo’s latest novel is best served burnt in lieu of firewood.

The other flatmates return and Schaunard has some hard cash.  He tells the story of how he earned it – playing to a parrot.

At this moment the landlord, Benoit, arrives demanding the rent.  Instead of paying up while they are in the black, they get him drunk and blackmail him, throwing him out of the house.

They all go off to the local café to drink away some of Schaunard’s money. Rodolfo stays behind as he needs to finish up a piece of writing he is actually getting paid for. There is a knock on the door.  It’s Rodolfo’s attractive next door neighbour whom he has never seen before.  Her candle has gone out and she is asking for a light.  He obliges; off she goes while he stares puppy eyed after her.

She is soon back, having accidentally dropped her key in his flat.  Both their candles go out.  They scrabble in the dark to find the key. Rodolfo finds it but pretends he hasn’t so that he can by time to chat up Mimi, who reveals she is a seamstress who loves making silk flowers.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgaN3vIqJUY

The (now inebriated) friends turn up under the window and call for Rodolfo to get a move on.  He tries to convince Mimi to spend the evening in the flat with him instead, but she meekly asks why she cannot just come out with them.  He agrees and away they go.

Act II opens amid the chaos of Paris at Christmas: screaming children, jabbering mothers, street sellers etc.  Rodolfo buys Mimi a pink bonnet.

Inside the café everyone is enjoying themselves when in struts Musetta with an old rich man in tow.  She is Marcello’s ex-girlfriend and is on a mission to make him jealous.  She does so by singing to the whole bar about the power she has over men.

It works.  She sends the old rich man off to get her shoes fixed and lumps him with Marcello’s bill, and the students, Mimi and Musetta all go and watch the Christmas procession.

Swiftly on to Act III.  Mimi and Rodolfo’s relationship is undeniably on the rocks. Mimi has come to try and find him at the bar where Marcello and Musetta are now living while the painter finishes painting all its signs, and Musetta sings to the clientele.

Mimi begs Marcello for help.  Rodolfo is jealous and moody and the whole thing is falling apart.  He tells her they should split up because they are clearly not suited; he boasts about how amazing he and Musetta’s relationship is.  She agrees they must call it quits, but explains that whenever they try to part, they end up back together again.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MN1rYTNk6i0

Rodolfo begins to wake up and Marcello shoos Mimi away, he doesn’t want a scene at his new place of work.    Rodolfo pours his heart out to Marcello, saying he is trying to get Mimi to leave him for a rich man because she is terribly sick, and he can’t afford to heat their room or to buy her the decent food she needs to get better.  In fact, he explains to Marcello, he is convinced she is dying.  Unbeknownst to either of them, Mimi has overheard it all.  She is unmasked by a coughing fit.

Rodolfo and Mimi agree to stay together until the Spring.  While they move towards reconciliation, Marcello overhears Musetta giggling with the clients in the bar and goes into a jealous rage.  By the end of Act III the tables are turned.  Mimi and Rodolfo are as strong as ever and Marcello and Musetta are in a mess.

And finally…Act IV.  All couples are parted.  We are back in the student’s flat. Marcello can’t stop painting Musetta and every time Rodolfo tries to write he is plagued by Mimi.

In come the rest of the lads and there is cause for merriment, they have a mock banquet with the pitiful food they have.  They begin play-fighting and the dual is in full swing when Musetta barges in.  Mimi’s rich boyfriend has abandoned her and she really is dying.  She is trying to get up the staircase to the flat.

They bring Mimi up.  Musetta runs to buy her some gloves.  Colline rushes out to pawn his old overcoat to buy her medicine.

But it is all in vain.  After some beautiful music…

…she dies, as Rodolfo cries her name.

If you watch this from about 8:50 you get the final Mimis!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wamT6hg7z4A

Donizetti & Elisir- Master of the Bel Canto

14 Friday Nov 2014

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A little but about Donizetti (29 November 1797 – 8 April 1848), Bel Canto and Elisir.

Donizetti’s operas, Elisir included, are written in what is known as a Bel Canto style. Bel Canto roughly translates as “Beautiful Singing” and was the operatic writing style of the age (the first half of the nineteenth century).  Rossini, Bellini and Donizetti are it’s best known proponents.  Listening to a few of their operas will give you some idea of what it is all about, but here are some very famous examples; the first is from Donizetti’s later opera, Lucia di Lammermoor, and the second comes from Rossini’s Barber of Seville…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYm7oJXVeks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuEmJZzuG9U

It’s a style of singing more than anything, but the works of these composers live and die with it.  It’s characterised by all those light airy runs and jumps, it is music that sounds as though it is shimmering.  For a singer it’s the idea of a very tiny, very clean, crisp and flexible sound that pings over the orchestra.  It’s the antithesis of Wagnerian or Puccini singing in many ways (though they grew out of it and are indebted to it). Many (if not most) vocal teachers still see it as the backbone of good singing, especially in Italy.

So what was Bel Canto in it’s day? Well, it was the equivalent of our pop music, or the most famous musical theatre of the mid-nineteen-hundreds. It was incredibly popular and the best singers became stars, along with its best composers.  Donizetti became a musical superstar.

He had it all – comedy in bag loads, Elisir, Don Pasquale etc. and fantastic and glorious tragedies, Lucia di Lammermoor, Maria Stuarda…

L’elisir d’amore was composed in 1832. Smack bang in the middle of Donizetti’s oeuvre.  So by this time he was a pretty mature artist, but some of his greatest works were yet to come. It was also the product of a great collaboration.  Donizetti and the librettist Felice Romani worked extremely well together, Elisir was their seventh opera as an item, and Romani had helped Donizetti get his first big hit, Anna Bolena.

Highly entertaining, composed by the man of the hour, and with one of the most beautiful tenor arias ever written, Elisir bound to go down a storm.

Which is not to say that Donizetti was without his concerns.  He apparently commented “it bodes well that we have a German prima donna, a tenor who stammers, a buffo who has a voice like a goat, and a French basso who isn’t up to doing much.”

The opera itself takes several of the ideas of Opera Buffa – early operas that were more like pantomimes and made use of often quite mean spirited stock characters – and reimagines them.

Elisir’s characters are not two dimensional. Despite their cartoonish qualities and pointed names* they are genuine and all have the ability to change and show different personality traits, even the bawdy Dulcamara and the self-loving Belcore have soft moments – Dulcamara’s chats with Adina, Belcore’s pondering when Adina won’t sign the marriage contract.

Ostensibly a comic riot, the opera is full of light and shade.  These nuances are what distinguish Bel Canto comedies from their pre-Mozart Italian predecessors (Pergolesi etc.).  In a way it is almost impossible to see how they could not be more subtle.  Even in rip-roaring comedy Bel Canto music constantly strives towards beauty, flow and perfection.

* Adina – Hebrew for refined, Belcore – from the Italian ‘beautiful heart’, Dulcamara – ‘sweet sour’ in Italian and Nemorino – ‘little nobody’ in Latin…all names that both sum up the characters, but also are undermined by their actions in some way.

L’elisir d’amore – 18th November – 13th December at the ROH

11 Tuesday Nov 2014

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Ah yes, L’elisir d’amore – Donizetti’s homage to the booze.

Adina is beautiful, successful and strong willed, Nemorino is a little slow, a bit wet and poor to boot – so operatically speaking, they are a perfect match.  Nemorino adores the land owner Adina (and tells her so, a lot…), Adina is, to put it mildly not interested.

Hapless Nemorino overhears her reading the story of Tristan and Isolde to her workers one day and becomes fixated on the idea of a love potion.  If he had a bit of that he could certainly win the girl.  Unfortunately he hasn’t cottoned on to the fact that love potions don’t actually exist.

Anyway, this story needs a rival, roll up, Belcore.  He fancies himself more than anyone else probably ever will, is a sergeant in the army and, of course, decides to court Adina while the whole village look on.  He and Nemorino are chalk and cheese.

Feeling anxious, Nemorino declares his undying love for Adina in a moment alone. She laughs it off, telling him that she intends to love someone new every day and that if he wants to be happy he should do likewise.

Cue the arrival of a travelling quack doctor and salesman extraordinaire.  Dulcamara is selling his ‘cure-for-all’ elixir, and boy is he good at it…

Soon he’s nearly sold out.  But, as he’s about to do a runner (before the whole town realise he’s sold them cheap wine) Nemorino corners him.  Nemorino enquires humbly whether the salesman has any of Isolde’s love potion.  Dulcamara has no idea what he’s on about, but persuades him to part with all his savings for a bottle of the same stuff he has sold everyone else – cheap wine.  He is careful to tell our idiot hero that it will take a good 24 hours to have effect (by which time the salesman will be long gone!).

Nemorino downs it, and, when Adina comes in, he feels bold and, quite frankly, a bit arrogant (he’s drunk).  Adina, used to being the centre of attention and annoyed with this oaf, promises to marry Belcore.  The wedding is to be in six days time.  Nemorino laughs, thinking that all he needs is one day and Adina will be his.

Suddenly, (surprise, surprise!) Belcore is told his regiment must leave the next day. Adina metaphorically sticks her tongue out at Nemorino even further and promises to marry the sergeant that very evening.  Nemorino is dumbfounded and cries for Dulcamara to return and help him, for otherwise all is lost.

Act Two begins in a nuptial mood, the wedding party is all go, and Dulcamara, probably drunk on far better wine than that he sells, urges Adina to sing a duet with him about a senator chatting up a boat woman called Nina…

It’s time to go and sign the wedding contract, but Adina cannot stand that Nemorino hasn’t even turned up at the wedding, she is only going through with it all to teach him a lesson, and is now wondering why she bothered.  Everyone leaves to sign the contract but Dulcamara remains to take full advantage of a free dinner.  In comes Nemorino in a terrible state.  He begs Dulcamara for a fast-acting potion, but, upon finding out Nermorino is penniless, Dulcamara leaves in huff.

If only Nemorino could find cash…but where?  Belcore comes stomping in, Adina has become stroppy and refused to sign the marriage contract, and he has no idea why.  When he finds out the cause of his rival Nemorino’s upset he convinces him that the best way to get some money is to join the army…

Knowing (or thinking he knows) that it is his only chance of winning Adina, Nemorino signs up.  Belcore, meanwhile, is baffled that he has managed to dispatch of his rival so easily.

Now comes a sudden twist. The two men have left and Gianetta, Adina’s best friend, arrives with all the women of the village.  She tells them (swearing them to secrecy) that Nemorino’s excessively rich uncle has died and left him everything.  Nemorino is rich beyond any of their wildest dreams.  Now, low and behold, every girl in the village is suddenly taken by feelings of love for Nemorino…

He comes in, tanked up on more elixir, bought with his army bonus, and every woman throws herself at him.  He puts two and two together and…even Dulcamara begins to believe in the power of his own deceit, telling Adina that all this is the result of Nemorino taking his love potion for some woman. He asks if she would like some to win Nemorino back, but she assures him that she has everything she needs to win Nemorino in every which way, and he agrees…

When everyone is gone Nemorino sings the most famous aria in the piece.  Here’s an exquisite version for you…Una Furtiva Lagrima (A Secret Tear)…

Nemorino is convinced that Adina must be in love with him cecause he saw her crying while he was ignoring her for all his new lady friends.  Just then, she comes in, she has bought back his commission from Belcore and he does not need to join the army.  She turns to leave and he loses his faith in her love.  He declares that if she does not love him he may as well go to war.  She admits that she does love him and they embrace.

Enter Belcore, when he learns he has lost he is not exactly bothered.  After all, there are plenty more fish in the sea as far as he is concerned.

Dulcamara explains that his potion has made Nemorino not only happy in love, but also filthy rich, and the opera closes with everyone queuing up to buy some more cheap wine from the amazing physician, Dulcamara.

Marriage of Figaro – Act One

05 Wednesday Nov 2014

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Now on at the good old ENO is The Marriage of Figaro (Le Nozze di Figaro but I’ll refer to it in English as it will be sung in English).  And, if you want to know a bit more about why it’s often hard to catch singers’ words in opera, have a read of this:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/australiaandthepacific/australia/1451190/Revealed-why-you-cant-understand-what-an-opera-soprano-is-singing.html

We’ll try and mix some history and context in this time.

So more Mozart…

Undoubtedly one of his most famous operas, The Marriage of Figaro tells the story of the servant girl, her fiancée, his boss, his boss’ wife, the old battle-axe who wants to marry the fiancée, her lawyer and one time lover and a few bumbling tenors.

It’s basically a good old fashioned farce, but there is a good deal of really powerful drama in there too.  The libretto is loosely based on a play by Beaumarchais which was censored for being to salacious.  In Mozart and Da Ponte’s opera the sauciness is definitely bubbling away, but the comedy comes from the true silliness of being human.

The opera starts a few years after Rossini’s The Barber of Seville (also based on a Beaumarchais play) finishes.  Count Almavira is married to the lovely Rosina, and it is his best friend Figaro’s turn to get hitched, to one of the Count’s longest serving maids, Susanna.

The Count has given them a huge suite in his palace which Figaro is measuring with glee because he wants to know if the huge bed his ‘friend’ has also promised him will fit in the middle of it – his mind is clearly no longer in his head. Meanwhile, Susanna is preoccupied with her new wedding bonnet.  Basically, they are a right pair, the perfect match, and very different protagonists from Mozart’s regular high minded ladies and gentlemen (musically as well as dramatically).

When Susanna discovers that this is the room they have been designated in the house she is not happy.  She tells Figaro that the room is far too close the Count’s room for her liking and that she is very uncomfortable about it because the Count keeps making advances.  She explains that Figaro’s so-called best friend has been sending her love songs etc. through her singing teacher (a ruse Almavira played to win his wife Rosina in Barber), and wants to reinstate his feudal right to have first dibs on the wife-to-be of his man-servant. Figaro, needless to say, is displeased and vows revenge.  He sings (for the first time) one of the most famous little melodies in the whole damned thing…

…this roughly translates as “If you wanna dance ‘little’ Count, I will play the little guitar.” Casting-wise, Figaro should be a big butch soldier and the Count a skinny aristocrat.

Cut to Marcellina and Bartolo.  Figaro isn’t the most honourable of cads himself and has borrowed a large sum of money from the old maid Marcellina.  If he doesn’t pay it back, he has to marry her.  She’s turned up the day before his wedding night to claim her dues (which, of course, he doesn’t have).  She has appointed her former boss, Bartolo, to be her lawyer. Incidentally, the same Bartolo that, in The Barber of Seville, wanted to marry Rosina before Figaro’s tricks tied up her marriage to the Count. Unsurprisingly therefore, Bartolo is only too happy to help Marcellina out and, in so doing, take revenge.  He sings about it in fact…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhHgaUgDJCo

In comes Susanna, just as Bartolo leaves, and her and Marcellina have a good old fashioned “age before beauty” cat fight.  It’s a wonderful little duet, roughly it translates as “no, no, after you…” Being snide has, apparently, been around for centuries.

Just as Susanna is waving her fists after Marcellina, Cherubino comes in.  The whole collection of human life would not be complete without a randy teenage boy.  It turns out that this particular young scallywag has been caught canoodling with a randy young teenage servant girl and that the Count has dismissed him.  Cherubino is basically on heat and fancies anything in a skirt, but the Countess is undoubtedly his favourite. Here he is singing about his sexual frustration…Oh, and by the way, he’s played by a girl (would have been a castrato)…

Just as Cherubino is about to head off he spies the Count coming in.  Cherubino is not meant to be in the Palace, let alone in Susanna’s bedroom.  So he panics and Susanna hides him behind the large sofa that is the only piece of furniture specified as being in the room.

The Count starts coming on to Susanna pretty strongly, she attempts to rebuff him. And then, low and behold, someone is coming.  The Count doesn’t want any trouble so he decides to hide behind the sofa as well.  Susanna stands between the two stowaways, Cherubino runs round onto the sofa and hides under a dressing gown.   In comes Basilio.

To cut a messy scene short, Basilio then starts chatting up Susanna.  The Count becomes increasingly irate.  Eventually it is all too much and up he jumps and a rather accusatory trio begins. During it, Susanna faints and Cherubino is, yet again, discovered by the Count, right in the middle of him telling everyone how he discovered the youth with Barberina in the first instance.

After which the Count is pretty angry at both Cherubino and Basilio. This is when Figaro turns up with a bunch a country-types all singing about how great the Count is for getting rid of the feudal rights.  He scores points for guilt tripping his old mate, certainly.

Everyone leaves apart from Figaro and Cherubino.  Cherubino has now been told he must join the army by the Count.  Figaro sings him a song of army courage, pointedly designed to make him feel far worse about it al,l as a punishment for chatting up Susanna.

This is a rather charming version:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3UCxd_KSVo

And so ends Act One

The Marriage of Figaro – Act 2

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So, the one character we have not met yet is the boss’ wife. There is a reason she does not enter the chaos of Act One.  Every character in the opera is somehow boisterous, self-serving and flawed.  The Countess is like a breath of fresh air.  This is not to say she doesn’t have her own wiles, but she adds a new dimension to the drama; poignancy.

Her first aria is wonderfully still. It translates as – Grant me, Love, some remedy for my grief and my sighs.  Return to me my treasure or leave me to die.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPbMDLo7JFY

After she’s broken the audience’s hearts the madness returns in the shape of Susanna and Figaro and a rather confusing plan to take revenge on the Count.  Basilio will give the Count a note, that appears to be from a lover to the Countess, this will get him thoroughly baffled and in such a rage that he doesn’t have time to start helping Marcellina to marry Figaro before Figaro is already married to Susanna (still with me?). Meanwhile, to make sure Marcellina cannot succeed on her own, Susanna will give the Count a hint that she will meet him for a secret triste.  Cherubino will turn up in Susanna’s place, dressed as a girl, and the Countess will catch them in the act.  In this way, the Countess will be able to get whatever she wants out of her husband, including the money to pay off Marcellina if necessary.

It’s a bit farcical and long winded, but they all agree to it.

Out goes Figaro to another snippet of “If you wanna dance.”  In comes Cherubino, ready and willing to be dressed as a girl, but not before a fair bit of flirting with the Countess.  He even sings her the song he told Susanna he had written for every woman in the palace.  Susanna accompanies on the guitar…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgfAWJbjvGg

It’s a bit a of a cheeky song – you who know all about love, see if I have it in my heart – and Susanna should probably box his ears for it, but instead they start getting him dressed.  Susanna dashes off to get the Countess’ bonnet when there’s a knock on the door.

Whoopsie daisy, it’s the Count, with a letter from the Countess’ fictional lover, and she happens to be alone in her bedroom with a half dressed Cherubino.  What does she do? Lock him in the cupboard of course.

A rather amazing and vicious fight scene follows.  The Countess tells the Count that Susanna is in the cupboard trying on wedding dresses and that he cannot go in because she is worried about her servant girl’s honour when the Count is about.  Just as the Count starts shouting at the cupboard door, unseen by either Count or Countess, Susanna enters.  Realising that the Countess’ honour depends on her being in the cupboard she hides from them both.  A rather horrid trio begins in which the Count gets pretty musically violent towards the Countess. It would be very nasty if it weren’t for the fact Susanna is also in the mix, singing out from behind a piece of furniture and injecting some humour.

So the Count says fine.  Both he and the Countess can go and find something to break into the cupboard, and he will leave the bedroom door locked.  They’ll be back soon enough to find out if it’s Susanna in the cupboard or not.  Deflated, the Countess takes his arm and off they go.

Of course, Susanna now comes out of hiding, gets Cherubino out of the cupboard.  He jumps out of the window.  She takes up her position in the cupboard, and, low and behold, to everyone’s surprise, when the Count comes in, all ready to find the Countess’ lover, there is Susanna after all.

Everything looks fine.  The Countess and Susanna tell the Count that Figaro wrote the love letter to the Countess as a joke to make him jealous.  The Count is feeling very silly.  Then, in comes Figaro, who the ladies have to get him to admit it.  That done, again, it all looks fine.  Then in bursts Antonio, the gardner, railing that he just saw the Page, Cherubino, jump out of a window and ruin the flower-beds.  So Figaro convinces the Count that Antonio is a drunkard and definitely didn’t see anything of the sort.  Everything is nearly fine again when in burst Marcellina and Bartolo to declare that Figaro must marry Marcellina.

And on those chaotic notes, Act Two comes to a close.

PS.  In my travels I discovered that a rather upper-middle-class Eastenders adaptation of the whole thing was made by the BBC in 1994.  It’s pretty ridiculous.  Here’s their version of the Act II Finale.  It’s good fun…

Marriage of Figaro Acts Three and Four

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Act Three opens with the Count alone in the palace hall, all decorated for the wedding. He muses on what a scandal the whole afternoon has turned into.  Meanwhile, the Countess has concocted a plan of her own.  She and Susanna will trick the Count. Susanna will arrange the secret meeting he so desires, and, when he turns up for some extra-marital fun in the dark it will be not Susanna, but the Countess waiting. And, unbeknownst to him until after events, it will actually be marital fun after all.

So in goes Susanna who scores the bargain.  The Count will give her the dowry he promised and she will give him her body.  It’s not the most comfortable conversation Susanna has ever had, to be sure…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ss0vSS1YIMs

The Count, seeing Susanna gloating about how everything is now fine for her beloved Figaro, then sings a horrid little jealousy aria, through which he decides to rule against Figaro in the Marcellina case that he has agreed to be the judge of.

That done, one of the funniest scenes ever written in an opera begins.

Marcellina, her knees already trembling at the thought of marrying Figaro, rocks up with Bartolo. The court begins.  Bad as his word, the Count rules that Figaro must pay Marcellina, or marry her.  Just as it appears that all is lost Figaro takes a new line of argument.  He tells the assembly that he is a nobleman and therefore cannot be married without his parents’ consent.  The Count initially laughs this off, but as Figaro begins to tell everyone his reasons for believing his nobility, the eyes of both Marcellina and Bartolo grow wider and wider, until the revelation that Marcellina is, in fact, Figaro’s mother.  There follows a quintet, which becomes a sextet as Susanna walks in, only to see her fiancee in the embrace of her rival Marcellina…really, it speaks for itself…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WVIMLIBpVag

Marcellina and Bartolo then proceed to give Figaro all the money he could need (for a while anyway).

Barberina and Cherubino flit across the hall, purely to remind the audience that he is dressed as a girl.

Enter the Countess, who is, quite frankly, doing her nut.  Susanna hasn’t come back from giving the Count the ‘go’ (she has probably been distracted by her new in-laws), and the Countess is in a proper state.  The aria that comes out of it is stunning.  It combines purity and simplicity with all the complex twists and turns of the Countess’ emotions.  Part eulogy for a lost past, part fervent pledge for a brighter future; here it is…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98HunHI9dI4

Another little snapshot recit…this time to tell us that Antonio knows Cherubino is still in the palace and, with the Count, is out to get him.

Then a letter writing scene.  A beautiful duet between Susanna and the Countess in which the Countess dictates a love letter which Susanna will send to the Count, sealed with a pin.  It is at once delightfully cheeky and heart-breaking as you can bet your bottom dollar that these are exactly the sort of letters Rosina and Almavira exchanged before they got married and it all went wrong.

It’s finally time for those weddings we’ve all been waiting for (did I mention Bartolo and Marcellina have decided to get hitched as well so it is now a double date?).

Some country types have come to give their blessing to the Count and Countess before the ceremonies begin.  One particularly charming girl takes the Count’s fancy and he calls her over, only to discover it is Cherubino.  Furious, the Count vows to punish him.  Problem is, Barberina intercedes telling everyone that while the Count was kissing her the other day he promised her any wish in the world if she would only love him.  This embarrassing revelation made, she tells the whole party that if the Count now let’s her marry Cherubino she will love him ‘like her kitten.’ Oh…Dear… The Count and Countess are, unsurprisingly, not amused, but, nothing-to-be-done, the weddings begin.

During the dancing Susanna’s letter is handed to the Count, pin and all…all the marriages happily made, Act Three comes to a close.

So, Act Four…what’s left to sort out? Seems all wrapped up right? Wrong.

Barberina is in a pickle.  The Count gave her a pin to give back to Susanna and she has lost it.  She knows it is important and, being young, it feels like the end of the world is nigh.

Enter Figaro with Marcellina and Bartolo in tow.  He notices how sad Barberina is and asks her what’s wrong.  She tells him and, putting two and two together and making six he becomes extremely angry.

Marcellina, who changes her tune and now becomes the opera’s biggest feminist, then takes sides against her new found son (behind his back of course), defending Susanna’s honour.  She sings a nice little aria (very often cut) about birds and beasts and the wickedness of men.

This is shortly followed by another often cut aria.  Basilio hasn’t had one yet, and being a tenor it’s about time.  After he and Bartolo have had a quick chat about how headstrong young men are, he sings a little ruse about how men mellow with age.

(Act Four is a bit of a repository for set pieces to keep singers happy.  You may find they are not in many productions).

Then we are back to the plot.  Susanna is in the pavilion waiting for Figaro.  The Countess is dressed as Susanna and awaiting the Count.  Figaro is in a right old rage and sings about that.

Then, on the other side of this dark, dark garden, Susanna worries about what should happen if Figaro doesn’t come and begs that the pleasure of her wedding night should come soon.  It’s really quite sweet…

Then the chaos beings.  Cherubino turns up at the wrong moment (again) and begins chatting up the Countess (dressed as Susanna) when the Count arrives and begins to chat up the Countess (dressed as Susanna as well).  Susanna is hiding in the bushes watching (dressed as the Countess), and Figaro is hiding in the bushes getting increasingly worked up.  Cherubino dispatched, the Count and Countess go off for a dalliance.  This leaves Susanna and Figaro.  Figaro soon realises Susanna is Susanna and not the Countess, but instead of telling her this, decides to punish her by pretending to be chatting up the Countess. She gets angry and beats him round the head to some very Mozartian slapping music.  He convinces her he knew it was her all along.

Then the Count appears again, stumbling around looking for Susanna (a.k.a. the Countess in disguise) who has run away from him.  Running into Figaro and Susanna he declares foul play and calls for guards as he thinks they are coming to get him. They try and calm everything down to no avail. everyone is revealed and the Count is spitting snakes when finally, out comes his wife, dressed as Susanna and he realises what a complete and utter tool he has been.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWZ-gbIPKnU

All is forgiven.

And that folks, is the end of that! – Apart from that Darius Milhaud composed an opera for the Third Part of the Figaro Trilogy, La mère coupable, in which the Countess is pregnant with Cerubino’s baby…but that my friends, is a different story to be told a different time!

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