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Above: Lise Davidsen and Michael Spyres as Isolde and Tristan; a MetOpera photo

~ Author: Oberon

Sunday March 29th, 2026 matinee – After several low-energy days, I thought seriously of skipping today’s matinee of TRISTAN UND ISOLDE at The Met. When the current season was announced, this Wagner masterpiece was at the top of my list of performances to attend. But as the date approached, the thought of a very long afternoon in the Met’s always-chilly score desk area found me in a “to-go-or-not-to-go” mood. So I made a deal with myself: to go for two acts.

It was an engrossing and wonderfully satisfying afternoon. The prelude alone was worth the trip: gorgeous playing (all afternoon) from the Met Orchestra made for a compelling sonic experience. Everyone knows how I feel about Yannick N-S, but this – along with his Met PARSIFAL in 2018 – was the best thing he has done in the House to date. Of course, true to form, there were patches where he let the orchestra swamp the voices; but I had expected there to be more of those passages. It was a relief to find him on his best behavior, though he could have done even more to support the voices is these long, arduous roles .

As the prelude faded away, a fantastic voice beamed out from the Family Circle: Ben Reisinger, a Met Young Artist, filled the darkened hall with his poetic rendering on the Sailor’s song. His voice holds great promise for the Wagnerian rep – and so much more – in the years to come: bravo…bravissimo!

The first act unfolded beautifully; though the orchestra did sometimes hinder the singers, Lise Davidsen and Ekaterina Gubanova managed to illuminate their phrases with lyrical flair. Mr. Reisinger repeats his song with some cunning modulations of dynamics. We hear Tristan (Michael Spyres) and Kurwenal (Tomasz Konieczny) for the first time; as the afternoon progresses, these voices will thrill us again and again.

Ms. Davidsen’s Narrative and Curse was inspired. Both in the dazzling focus of her high notes and in the urgency and poetry of her telling of her first meeting with Tristan, she lived the character so convincingly. Her “Er sag mir in die Augen…” gave me a frisson of romantic bliss. Her top-B was brilliant, though quickly released.

As the act progressed, the orchestra continued to periodically encroach on the voices; though her timbre is lovely, Ms. Gubanova does not quite have the carrying power to make Brangaene a force in drama. The potion is prepared, the orchestra so expressive. Mssrs. Spyres and Konieczny sound terrific; Ms. Davidsen’s lower register lacks colour in places. I noted that some people around me had nodded off. The final fanfares from the pit, which end Act I, awaken everyone.   

Two longtime friends I had not seen in months came to chat with me during the extended interval. The house darkened; Yannick was heartily cheered as his return to the podium. The urgency and anticipation of the prelude were spoilt by a woman near me opening a crinkly bag of snacks: could you not have eaten during the Gelb-length intermission?

Ms. Davidsen’s top notes continue to ring true; Mr. Spyres brings a wonderful mix of lyricism and muscularity to his singing. The orchestra taxes the voices in the more strenuous passages. At last, the quiet ardor of “O sink hernieder, Nacht der Liebe” casts its spell over us. The voices of soprano and tenor achieve a beautiful blend, Ms. Davidsen finding a radiant softness of tone, whilst Mr. Spyres brings a tenderness of expression that no other Tristan in my experience has equaled. 

Ms. Gubanova, in Brangaene’s two warnings, is lovely for the most part. Ms. Davidsen’s alluring piano phrases continue to entice; Mr. Spyres is thrilling as he commences “the liebestod theme”, igniting a flow of ecstatic singing that was simply sensational. Then, cruelly, the world crashes down about the lovers. 

Ryan Speedo Green’s is not the type of voice one expects to hear in King Marke’s music, but as his long, heart-rending narrative progressed, he became increasingly persuasive…to the point where one wanted him to go on and on. Moments of heartbreak and despair over Tristan’s betrayal were achingly voiced, and the orchestra supported the singer poignantly. But as things became more intense, Yannick let the voice be covered, somewhat blunting the singer’s effectiveness.

Now Tristan turns to Isolde and asks if she will follow him into the realm of darkness: such melodious singing from Mr. Spyres…bravo!!  Ms. Davidsen’s reply is hauntingly rendered. Wagnerian magic abounds, until Melot’s sword pierces Tristan. 

~ Oberon

A performance of Bellini’s NORMA given at Newark, NJ, in 1980. My beloved friend Gilda Cruz-Romo (above) is Norma, with Ermanno Mauro as Pollione, Mariana Paunova as Adalgisa, and Sergio Ventriglia as Oroveso. Alfredo Silipigni conducts.

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This Metropolitan Opera broadcast of Strauss’s DER ROSENKAVALIER is now available for listening via YouTube.

I remember hearing this performance live on the radio, and being much taken by Evelyn Lear’s singing as the Marschallin. The entire cast is impressive, and the conducting by the inimitable Karl Böhm is matchless.

It’s always wonderful to find that such precious documents have been preserved.

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Above, the artists of the Viano Quartet: Aiden Kane, Lucy Wang, Tate Zawadiuk, and Hao Zhou

~ Author: Oberon

Sunday March 22nd, 2026 -The fantastic musicians of the Viano Quartet were back at Alice Tully Hall this evening as Chamber Music Society of Lincoln Center presented them in a finely-designed and wonderfully satisfying program. 

Both of the women – Lucy Wang (violin) and Aiden Kane (viola) – chose gowns in different shades of green; the gentlemen (violinist Hao Zhou and cellist Tate Zawadiuk) looked very dapper in their tuxedos. Ms. Wang took the first chair for the opening work: Joseph Haydn’s Quartet in D-major for Strings, Hob. III:79, Op. 76, No. 5, composed in 1797. The opening Allegretto has a gracious, lyrical start. Things suddenly light up, but soon the main theme is revisited. The movement ends on a lively note. Mr. Zhou then rose and left the stage: a string had broken. His colleagues followed him.

After a few minutes, the players returned to the stage and took up where they’d left off: with the Largo, a poetic movement in the cantabile style. Ms. Wang opens with a tender theme, to which the others bring sweet harmonies, their timbres meshing in a polished blend. Ms. Kane’s velvety viola takes up the theme, then passes it on to Mr. Zawadiuk’s richly expressive cello. The exceptional tonal allure of each voice falls so lovingly on the ear.

With the Minuet, in which the cello is prominent, themes are passed from player to player. The movement has a sudden end, and then the lively, bustling music of the final Presto takes over. A steady beat from the viola keeps things pulsing along to an exuberant ending.

Music of Felix Mendelssohn came next:  the Quartet in D-major, Op. 44, No. 1, dating from 1838. The agitato opening of the Molto allegro vivace (so exciting!) immediately confirms the reason Mendelssohn is so high on my list of favorite composers. Mr. Zhou is now the first chair, taking the lead with his impeccable playing. Great bowing from the Zawadiuk cello is as much fun to watch as to hear. The music veers into minor mode; a shivering motif from Ms. Kane’s viola is another delight. The pace slows, bringing on some rich harmonies. The cello is amiably plucked before descending to the depths. Things quieten, though tension remains. The music then sweeps on, with more shivers, to a big finish. I actually said “Wow!” aloud. 

The voices entwine perfectly in the Menuetto; a flowing, nuanced solo from Mr. Zhou gets incredibly subtle; he plays on, delighting the ear. Plucked passages open the Andante, with cello tones anchoring a sublime blend. A violin cadenza eases into a plucked finish. The concluding Presto con brio  has a scurrying start; endless pleasure is derived from hearing all the details brought out by each of the players. The viola glows; the speedy violins, the swift and sure passages of the cello…these elements unite so pleasingly. The “Viano blend” is in full bloom as the music dashes on to a sensational finish. The crowd was loving every moment of this Mendelssohn masterwork, bursting into fervent applause at the end.

After the interval, we heard Anton Webern’s gorgeous Langsamer Satz (1905). The piece is said to have been inspired by a hiking holiday in the mountains outside of Vienna, where Webern had taken his future wife. He is thought to have intended to write an entire quartet, but put it aside after completing this one movement. My companion was fascinated to hear this piece, which is so unlike the other Webern works she’s heard. The music’s Brahmsian beauty suits the Vianos to perfection..  

Crowning the evening, Dmitri Shostakovich’s Quartet No. 9 in E-flat major, Op. 117, composed in 1964, is in five movements which progress without pause in one fantastical arc. It opens with viola and cello on a sustained note whilst the violins wander above. A plucking dance evolves as the viola sings. Fragments of melody are passed about, and a sense of longing develops. Another dance – this one galloping along as the cello saws away before trilling – turns more subtle. The music gets dreamy, and densely poetic. A searing violin passage brings a broadening quality of dense harmonies. The music develops a buzzing agitation, wild and insistent, before blazing onward with a strutting quality that oddly evokes the William Tell overture. The piece reaches its ending with the violin high in a serene heaven.

The program concluded with the triumphant Viano players basking in an epic standing ovation. As an encore, they offered the slow movement of Tchaikovsky’s first quartet. The reassuring beauty of their playing offered desperately needed solace in an ever-darkening world.

~ Oberon

In November of 1963, just a few days before attending a Metropolitan Opera performance for the first time, I saw my first-ever MADAMA BUTTERFLY when the New York City Opera brought it on tour to Syracuse, New York. Julius Rudel, the Company’s stalwart maestro, was on the podium, and the cast included singers I would see many times in the ensuing years: people like Beverly Evans, Frank Porretta, Ron Bottcher, and Spiro Malas. In the title role, Maria di Gerlando (photo above)made an especially fine impression; but,though she continued to be a regular at NYC Opera for several more years, I never saw her again. Still, the memory of her beautiful singing as Cio-Cio-San lingered in my mind.

Many seasons later, when YouTube began making hundreds of recordings of live opera performances available, I would periodically search the di Gerlando name in hopes of finding more recordings of her in the Italian repertoire so as to have a souvenir of a soprano who has remained dear to me.

Just days ago, a concert performance of Verdi’s OTELLO given in Washington DC in 1960 popped up. In excellent sound, the cast includes one of James McCracken’s earliest renderings of the title-role role, which would become closely identified with him. The conductor is Paul Calloway. And there, immediately grabbing my attention, was the name Maria di Gerlando.

I immediately listened to the performance…twice. The soprano is indeed an excellent Desdemona, sometimes putting me (and other listeners) in mind of the beloved Italian soprano Licia Albanese.

Listen to the OTELLO here, and read about Maria di Gerlando’s career here.

Above: Rainelle Krause, photo by Suzanne Vinnick

The untimely death of Tampa-born coloratura soprano Rainelle Krause has been announced; she passed away after a short illness.

As a young singer, Ms. Krause won prizes at numerous voice competitions. Following her début with Nashville Opera as Lucia di Lammermoor, she was hailed in the press as “a dream”.

In her signature role, the Queen of the Night in Die Zauberflöte, Rainelle delighted audiences in Atlanta, at the  English National Opera, the Royal Danish Opera, Dutch National Opera, Staatsoper Berlin Unter den Linden, Nashville Opera, València, the Deutsche Oper Berlin, Theater Basel, Oper Köln, and Opera Orchestre Montpellier Occitanie.

Earlier this season, the soprano made her Metropolitan Opera debut as the Queen of the Night in Julie Taymor’s English-language production. I attended one of these performances, and later had this to say about her:

“Rainelle Krause, a recent Met debutante, has sung the Queen of Night frequently in her career to date. This afternoon, she excelled in her opening aria wherein she was right at home: her high notes brilliant, and her top-F spot on. Later, in her vengeance aria, the soprano touched brightly and skillfully on the high-F’s and then scored a knockout with a sustained, titanic high B-flat on “Swear!”  Her solo bow at the opera’s end drew massive applause and loud cheers.”

I came home from her performance and immediately befriended her on Facebook. She’d already been re-engaged for more Met performances of the Queen in the 2026-2027 season, and I had already put one of her matinees on my calendar. I imagined her becoming a Met regular, singing roles like Zerbinetta, Lucia, and Olympia.

It seems unfair that Rainelle should be taken from us just as she was attaining a career pinnacle. She leaves behind several souvenirs of her singing, among them this “Vengeance Aria”: watch and listen here.

Above: Tabea Zimmermann and Javier Perianes; photos by Marco Borggreve

~ Author: Oberon​

Sunday March 15th, 2026 – This was my first-ever viola recital. An appealing program drew me to Zankel Hall for an afternoon of inspired music-making by the German violist Tabea Zimmermann and her excellent colleague, pianist Javier Perianes.

Robert Schumann’s Fantasiestücke, Op. 73, were written in Dresden 1849; originally imagined for clarinet, the composer noted that they might also be played by violin or cello. The three-movement piece later became popular with violists for the possibilities for lyrical expressiveness they afford.

From a restless but dreamy start, Ms. Zimmermann displayed velvety tone; Mr. Perianes gave us gorgeous piano playing. A rise in passion gives way to melancholy. Continuing to the second song, we heard rippling piano motifs and a stream of melody from the viola; things get playful for a bit with Ms. Zimmermann offering some slithering scalework. The music gets rather wild, and there is a long build-up to a brisk finish.

Johannes Brahms’ Viola Sonata in E-flat Major, Op. 120, No. 2, like the opening Schumann, was originally written for clarinet. A glowing warmth pervades the first movement, described as amabile. The central movement is a scherzo; its mood swings to a hymn-like feeling before the initial theme returns. The finale andante/allegro begins warmly; it develops the air of a promenade, before reaching an exuberant finish. Superbly played, the Brahms felt very long to me this evening…but this composer’s music often seems over-extended to me as I move into old age. 

Benjamin Britten’s Lachrymae is the composer’s only work for viola, accompanied by piano. Britten had played the viola in his youth, and he had dabbled in writing music for it though none of those sketches survived. In the 1970s, when I had fallen in love with ballet – having been introduced to it by my first lover, TJ – I heard the Britten piece and thought it cried out to be choreographed. I imaged it as a work for seven male dancers, and I even cast it – in my mind – from among the corps de ballet men of the New York City Ballet. Like many other creative ideas I had during those years, this one fell by the wayside. 

Britten’s Lachrymae is a series of variations with the theme delivered at the end, rather than being heard first. As such, the variations hint at the work’s source of inspiration – an air by John Dowland – before it emerges in full. The first variation is somber and haunting; the viola goes high before taking up some chilling vibrations…the music calls for great control, in which Ms. Zimmermann revels. Variation two hesitant, with some whimsical plucking as Mr. Perianes offers a series of eerie chords. The third variation is languid and hushed, the fourth quite grand, with the viola digging in; a tune played over rambling keyboard motifs ends with a superbly sustained final note from the viola. In the fifth variation, the piano sounds sneaky whilst some drifting viola lines suddenly turn squeaky. Ghostly piano sounds and fragmented passages for the viola make up the sixth variation, and then we hear dirge-like music from the keyboard while the viola line feels frantic. Things settle in for a hopeful finale. The Zimmermann/Perianes duo were exceptional throughout this demanding and cherishable work.

Ms. Zimmermann and Mr. Perianes ended their program with the Shostakovich Viola Sonata. This was the composer’s final completed composition, completed literally as death awaited him. It’s awesome music, filled with so many distinctive ideas. Today’s performance of it was engrossing…and thrilling. 

The opening moderato commences with plucked viola notes, and the piano evoking raindrops. A pensive descending viola theme gives the feeling of a wandering spirit. There is a sudden outburst, a revolt against death, with Ms. Zimmermann slashing her strings insistently. A chill settles over us; the music seems to be coming from another universe; it tapers down to a whisper before a gently plucked ending.

In contrast to the serious mood of the opening movement, the second feels very much like a scherzo. It opens with an insistent dance, tripping along before turning a bit glum. The viola is plucked over deep piano tones before the two play in unison. There is a viola cadenza leading to a fresh, irresistible dance. Following another unison passage, the viola gets restless. A fade-out leaves us with the viola alone.

With the adagio, we arrive at one of the most poignant movements in all the realm of music. From the eerie quoting of the iconic Moonlight Sonata motif, a gorgeous, blooming passage wells up. With periodic interjections of the moonlight beat, the music turns grand: viola and piano join in a theme best described as epic. The music is dense and disturbing, with the moonlight signature etched in. Then the very fabric of life seems to unravel; the music fades to nothingness.

The sold-out house erupted in cheers for Ms. Zimmermann and Mr. Perianes, and a massive standing ovation ensued. The duo returned for a simply sublime encore: Clara Schumann’s Andante molto from Three Romances, Op. 22.

~ Oberon

Above: This afternoon’s Butterfly and Pinkerton, Aleksandra Kurzak and Adam Smith; photo borrowed from Ms. Kurzak’s Facebook page.

~ Author: Oberon

Saturday March 14th, 2026 matinee – Being in a highly emotional state (which is not unusual, really), everything about today’s matinee of MADAMA BUTTERFLY at The Met felt extraordinarily immediate and deeply moving. Tears welled up in me time after time; the first act in particular really got to me…and this is the (mostly) “happy” act. When the tragedy began to build in the remaining acts, I was thoroughly immersed in the individual characters and the music they were singing. 

My original choice for Butterfly this season was Elena Stikhina; when she withdrew due to pregnancy, Sonia Yoncheva was my second choice. Then she withdrew, and Aleksandra Kurzak came to the rescue, flying in from Miami, where she had just sung her first Turandot. I’d seen and enjoyed Ms. Kurzak’s Puccini heroines – Mimi, Butterfly, and Tosca – previously; today, she surpassed those memories with her marvelous vocalism, and deep involvement in the drama.

Carlo Rizzi was on the podium; he often comes across as being of the loud-and-fast school of opera conducting. Today he was more cordial to the singers, though at times in the third act the voices were covered.

The opera’s lively prelude was expertly played. Tony Stevenson was today’s perfect Goro; Mr. Stevenson is a character tenor who sings, making every word and note important. English tenor Adam Smith as Pinkerton has a lyrically masculine voice, and Jennifer Johnson Cano as Suzuki commenced her afternoon with her clear, warm mezzo introducing herself with the character’s chattering phrases as she meets her new boss. Quinn Kelsey, even from offstage, gave notice of his major baritone voice as Sharpless, one of opera’s most sympathetic characters.  

Mr. Smith’s “Dovunque il mondo” was clearly and sturdily sung, with Mr. Kelsey’s interjections superbly voiced. From the pit, Rizzi was mostly supportive. Tenor and baritone joined enthusiastically in their toast to “America Forever!”, then Mr. Smith’s nimble, finely articulated “Amore o grillo” gave Sharpless the first warning signs of what would come to pass. “I must possess her!” boasts Pinkerton, with a capital B-flat. The voices stay on top as the music gets brassier. Mr. Smith rounds off the scene with a sustained “…sposa Amerciana!”. 

The offstage chorus of Butterfly’s bridal attendants is heard approaching; Ms. Kurzak’s singing is lovely as she floats her lines so engagingly, finishing off with a clear high D-flat. The chattering of Butterfly’s family members resolves with Mr. Kelsey’s beautiful “O amico fortunata…”.  The ‘one night of love’ theme is heard as soprano and tenor converse, with Mr. Smith’s tenderness towards his bride sweetly evident. Both singers are excellent colorists. Ms. Kurzak’s “Ieri son salita...” is fantastic, her dynamics luring the ear as she builds her declaration: “Amore mio!” The sturdy voice of Paul Corona as the Commissioner pronounces the wedding vows; Sharpless departs, with a fateful warning to Pinkerton: “Giudizio!”.

The powerful voice of Peixin Chen as the Bonze shatters the celebration; he denounces Butterfly for abandoning her faith. Her family and friends turn from her and flee. Pinkerton soothes his bride with the consoling “Bimba, non piangere” and the two embark on a love duet filled with dynamic shifts and touching shadings of the words. The music becomes unbearably gorgeous as the two sing of their passion. The orchestra is pushing, but the voces soar overall. Kurzak’s “Dolce notte” and “...quanti occhi fisi atenti…” are rapturous. The act ends with the soprano’s radiant high-C, with the tenor harmonizing.

Act II commences in a very different mood; a sense of desolation has settled over the once-happy house on the hill. Ms. Johnson Cano sings Suzuki’s prayer with deep feeling. Ms. Kurzak’s “Un bel di” is awash with pensive colourings, her singing expressive and truly moving. From the pit, Rizzi pushes her at the aria’s climax. Sharpless arrives, bringing bad news; but before he can share it, Jeongcheol Cha as Prince Yamadori arrives to make a final attempt to persuade Butterfly to marry him. Ms. Kurzak is hilarious as she describes the American laws on marriage. The Prince departs, still hopeful despite Butterfly’s rejection.

Now Mr. Kelsey begins to read Pinkerton’s letter. He and Ms. Kurzak are so compelling here. Butterfly does not comprehend the letter’s final line. When Sharpless suggests that she accept the Prince’s proposal, the tension gets unbearable. Kurzak’s gasp of “Ah! M’ha scordato…” is bleakly shattering. She brings forth her child. She sings the heartbreaking “Che tua madre“, her voice doom-ladened and desperate, the soprano tearing her heart out. The helpless consul departs. 

Butterfly berates the faithless Goro, screaming at him. Alone with Suzuki, Butterfly seems at her wits’ end when the cannon from the harbor announces an arriving ship. Ms. Johnson Cano’s “Il canone del porto!” is followed by a profound silence: everything is about to change. The theme of “Un bel di” plays hauntingly as hope rises, climaxing with Ms. Kurzak’s thrilling “Ei torna, e m’ama”. In Italy, this would have stopped the show. 

The Flower Duet is lovingly detailed, the voices of soprano and mezzo-soprano sublimely blended, reaching a sweet finish. The quietude of Butterfly’s reflective phrases finds Ms. Kurzak at her most hauntingly expressive. Night falls; the poignant music of “the wait” creeps in. The Humming Chorus commences, only to be interrupted by a jangling cellphone.

There is a long pause now, the house-lights on a quarter; this shatters the mood, with the audience chatting away. At last, Puccini’s atmospheric prelude commences, superbly played by the Met musicians.

Mistress and maid awaken; Ms. Kurzak’s dreamy “Dormi, amor mio” ends on a shimmering top-B. Pinkerton and Sharpless arrive. Ms. Johnson Cano is marvelous here – so anxious, and then terrified as she learns the truth; knowing what will happen, her low notes sound from her soul. The ensuing trio, one of my favorite parts of the opera, found Mr. Rizzi and his orchestra too aggressive. Sharpless turns on Pinkerton, reminding him of his prediction in Act I. Mr. Smith’s anguish is poured out in his aria, which includes a stunning diminuendo. He flees.

Hannah Jones as Kate Pinketon makes a fine impression as she and Ms. Johnson Cano – her despair palpable – discuss what is to come for Butterfly’s child. Butterfly rushes in; she slowly grasps the situation. Ms. Kurzak’s “Triste madre…” is shattering; her “Sotto il gran ponte del cielo…” to Kate is steeped in inconsolable grief. Kate and Sharpless leave. 

Ms. Kurzak’s monumental dismissal of Suzuki is so powerful. The soprano’s tragic farewell to her son is thrilling: the powerful thrust  of her voice laced with moments of great delicacy.

Following a warm ovation for all the singers, I went to the stage door where I met Ms. Kurzak and Mr. Smith. The soprano – so charmingly ‘real’ – regaled us with stories of what it is like to be a diva in this day and age: it’s not all champagne and roses. Her warmth and sense of humor made us feel like we were her long-time friends.  

~ Oberon

Above: Gustav Mahler

~ Author: Ben Weaver

Tuesday March 10th, 2026 – Gustav Mahler’s Symphony No. 2 in C minor, Resurrection,” has been a concert hall staple for more than 130 years. Its emotional power was noted from the night of its premiere in Berlin in 1895, conducted by the composer. The work was so transformative for many of its listeners, including fellow composers like Arnold Schoenberg and Alban Berg, that Berg said he felt compelled to confess his infidelity to his fiancée. One always hopes for something resembling such a catharsis when hearing a work of this stature, as I did on Tuesday, March 10, when Yannick Nézet-Séguin brought his Philadelphia forces to Carnegie Hall.

I often – perhaps unwisely – predict how things will progress within just a few minutes of this particular symphony. It’s violent opening, with stabbing cellos and double-basses, can set the tone for what’s to follow. On this evening, alas, maestro Nézet-Séguin did not bring out the desperation of the music in the opening bars, and what followed was a largely restrained Mahler. Some conductors pride their reserved approaches to the music of Mahler and, say, Tchaikovsky, but this has always truck me as bizarre. Would you re-stage the movies of Federico Fellini or Douglas Sirk through Stanley Kubrick’s lens?

Mahler’s works are almost always works of extreme contrasts: deepest sorrow quickly transforms into a mocking jingle followed by a violent march and a mournful sigh after that. The difficult part is always connecting these contrasts into one tapestry. Seems that Nézet-Séguin’s approach, instead, was to bring the contrasts closer together, lowering the temperature on the highs so they did not feel so out of place. The result was an underwhelming whole, with no surprises; everything was just fine and beautifully played by the magnificent Philadelphia Orchestra. The opening Allegro maestoso, as I noted, was low on voltage. It’s just as well that Mahler’s requested 5 minute pause after the first movement was not observed. (It rarely is.)

The following Andante moderato – which is Ländler dance – didn’t have much charm. It rather surprised me because Nézet-Séguin conducted the Vienna Philharmonic’s New Year’s Eve concert just a couple of month’s ago. I hoped he would have transferred that experience here. The darker second section of the movement had a bit more fire that was missing in the first movement, but the lackluster returning dance again disappointed.

The restless Scherzo was nicely done and the woodwinds of the Philadelphia Orchestra were on magnificent form here and throughout the evening. Mahler based the movement on the melody of his popular song “Des Antonius von Padua Fischpredigt” from Des Knaben Wunderhorn, which hecomposed concurrently.

The magnificent song “Urlicht,” one of Mahler’s most glorious compositions, also from Des Knaben Wunderhorn, serves as an introduction to the grand final movement. Mezzo-soprano Joyce DiDonato sang it beautifully, with a rich tone and carefully articulated words. The warm tones from the singer and chorales from the trumpets were chilling. Here and in the closing movement Nézet-Séguin finally found his footing. Mahler’s demands were beautifully handled, the hushed entry of the fine Philadelphia Symphonic Choir was magical. Mahler would have composed a magnificent Mass or Requiem if he ever chose to do it. (Shame he did not!) 

Soprano Ying Fang joined Joyce DiDonato in the solo sections of the movement. Fang projected into the hall very nicely, her voice larger than some sopranos in this role. Sadly this revealed that while Ms. DiDonato sang wonderfully, perhaps an alto is a better choice for this work. Or a lighter soprano for a mezzo. The two voices on this night were just a tad too close together to create a full contrast.

This also brings me to Nézet-Séguin’s insistence that this soloists stand in the middle of the orchestra, not in front. He has done this now in performances of several works, including Brahms’ Ein Deutsches Requiem and Mahler’s 4th Symphony. I can’t imagine why he thinks his singers should be hidden, their voices minimized, their contributions lessened. This is certainly not what Mahler (or Brahms, or basically any composer of vocal concert works) wanted. Does he not want to share the spotlight? I can not tell, but it’s a rather obnoxious habit he has developed and nobody benefits from it.

~ Ben Weaver

Soprano Floriana Cavalli and tenor Giuseppe Campora are joined by basso Paolo Montarsolo in a selection of opera highlights. The orchestra and chorus of the Rome Opera are conducted by Gabriele Santini (photo above).

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