Philippe Jaroussky sings Handel’s “Ombra mai fu“ from SERSE.
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Death of The Fox
In October 1944 the death of the German Field Marshall Erwin Rommel was reported in the press. Popularly known as The Desert Fox for his brilliant military achievements in Africa (1941-1943), Rommel was said to have died from complications arising out of severe wounds he had sustained when his car was strafed while in France at the Western Front in June 1944. A grandiose funeral with full military honors was accorded to Rommel and while – curiously – none of the top Nazis attended the services, Hitler personally sent an enormous wreath.
In fact, Hitler had turned against Rommel following the disastrous end of the African campaign. Rommel and the German troops had fought on valiantly despite lack of supplies and reinforcements which Hitler kept promising but never delivered. (Unbeknownst to the Germans, the Allies had broken their radio code and were thus able to track and sink supply ships approaching the African coast, preventing ammunition, vehicles, fuel, food and other necessities from reaching port.)
Despite his perceived failure in Africa, Rommel was considered one of the all-time great military strategists and was vastly loved by the German troops and idolized by the German public. Hitler, with the war already going badly for the Axis, could not afford to pubicly chastise Rommel and so gave him a top command post on the Western Front. Disillusioned, Rommel served honorably while already envisioning the fall of the Third Reich. Following the landing of the Allied troops at Normandy in June 1944, Rommel was a high-profile figure frequently seen at the front line. On July 17, 1944 his car was strafed by Allied aircraft. Badly wounded, he was returned to Germany for treatment and convalescence.
On July 20, 1944 an attempt was made on Hitler’s life: a bomb hidden in a briefcase planted beneath a conference table at Hitler’s military headquarters in Rastenburg, Prussia exploded. Miraculously, Hitler survived. The conspirators, who had hoped to destroy Hitler and end the war before Germany was thoroughly devastated, were rounded up and executed. Although Rommel was not directly implicated in the assassination plot, his name was found near the top of a list of names of men who might succeed Hitler after the war ended. Hitler now viewed Rommel as a defeatist and a traitor.
Some three months after the failed attempt on Hitler’s life, the public, struggling with the deprivations of wartime, were stunned by the news of Rommel’s death; they accepted the official story that the general’s demise was a result of complications from his war wounds.
It was US Army Captain Charles Marshall who uncovered the true story about Rommel’s death. As the Nazi regime collapsed and the Allies closed in on Berlin from both East and West, Captain Marshall was in charge of interviewing captured German officers on the Western front and reviewing seized documents to ascertain what charges should be brought against those who had been active on Hitler’s behalf.
Although Rommel had been dead for several months, his widow still lived in their home in Herrlingen. Captain Marshall called on Frau Rommel to obtain her husband’s papers. Their first meeting was cordial; weeks later when the Captain – as promised – went back to Herrlingen to return those of the general’s papers which were not relevant to his investigation, the widow revealed to him the truth about Rommel’s death: he had been forced by Hitler to commit suicide.
On October 14, 1944 two generals had arrived at the Rommel home in a chauffered car. They met with Rommel privately and offered him a choice: he could be taken prisoner, tried for conspiracy and treason, and publicly hung, or he could take the poison that they would provide and be given a hero’s funeral. If he chose suicide his wife and son would be spared imprisonment and degradation. Rommel agreed to end his own life; he met with his wife and son briefly and explained to them what was about to happen. Then he was driven in the chauffered car to a nearby country lane where he bit down on a cyanide capsule. Rommel was then rushed to a nearby hospital where – as had been pre-arranged – he was pronounced dead from ‘a heart attack resulting from his battle injury’.
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CURRENT SESSIONS Volume IV, Issue II
Sunday August 24th, 2014 – This was the only performance of the ‘current sessions’ of the CURRENT SESSIONS that I could attend. I dearly wanted to see Colby Damon’s work but that will have to wait for another opportunity. Meanwhile, tonight’s line-up had the range and flair we’ve come to expect from these unique dance programmes. A big round of applause for the SESSIONS‘ co-Artistic Directors Allison Jones (photo at the top) and Alexis Convento for making it happen yet again.
Housed in a comfortable, intimate venue The Wild Project down on the Lower East Side, the CURRENT SESSIONS bring together works by established and emerging choreographers in mix-and-match programming, getting dance and dancers seen in smoothly-produced and finely-lit (by Mike Inwood) repertory evenings.
This particular programme offered three fascinating works for solo female dancers, an entracing film based on the legend of Narcissus, an extended selfie of imaginative wit and energy, and ensemble pieces of visual variety, all served up by inspired and inspiring dancers.
Jenna Pollack, a hypnotic mover, opened the evening in Nicole van Arx’s solo Wasserflut. Eerie and feral at first, Ms. Pollack expands thru the dance into a compelling presence; her backless black shirt reveals her expressive dorsal musculature. As the piece evolves, Jenna’s shadow becomes an element of the choreography. Fleetingly glimpsed through a sonic haze are fragments of the Schubert song from which the solo draws its title.
Enza DePalma // E|N|Z|A offered some bloom in darkness; this work for four dancers employs white chairs outlined in flourescent light. In this abstracted domestic drama revolving around our sense of security in our accustomed living space, the chairs are re-arranged as the dance moves forward. A distorted version of the Barcarolle from CONTES D’HOFFMANN is danced in-sync by the two girls; then the boys dance to a heavy beat. As the dancers re-claim their seats, we expect another vignette but instead a sudden blackout leaves us pondering what we’ve just seen.
Jay Carlon’s Dance Film Selfie showed this engaging dancer/choreographer in a variety of public settings (starting on an escalator at Sochi) all caught on his own camera. Charmingly mixed, the scene of Jay dancing to “The Man I Love” while waiting for a bus was especially poignant; later he’s ticketed by the police: it’s a misdemeanor to dance in Brooklyn? As the film ends, Jay appears live onstage, sets his camera in the corner, and records another selfie solo to add to his repertoire. When the soundtrack, for solo violin, starts skipping like a broken record, it’s over. Jay’s timely and wonderfully whimsical work was a direct hit with the Wild Project crowd. Check him out here.
Playback, a duet choreographed by Bryan Arias, was performed by Roya Carreras and Elise Ritzel to music played on an old cassette deck. Evoking both memory and expectation, the duet becomes intimate as the girls move to a collage of Mozart, a mostly incoherent spoken-word passage, and Max Reger. Bryan Arias’ choreography brought out a dark side in his two beautiful dancers.
Above: Nico Archambault in the film Stagnant Pool
Stagnant Pool, a film by Kevin Calero co-choreographed by Wynn Holmes and Nico Archambault, transports us to a mythic land’s end where – inspired by the legend of Narcissus – Mr. Archambault moves like a demi-god across the seascape from which rise other-worldly rock formations. Shards of a broken mirror allure the dancer to his own image as fantastical music of the spheres becomes transportive: the cumulative effect is breath-taking. And then the vision evaporates into a nightmarish coda.
Allison Jones presented the evening’s second solo work, SUBCYCLE, in which she performed to a Sam Silver composition. Deep sonics anchor the work in which Allison, bathed at first in golden light, moves with an intense sense of plastique gesture, pausing briefly to rest on the floor before brighness floods the space and she revives: an absorbing and definitive performance.
Choreographer Kat Rhodes has tirned to Cormac McCarthy’s novel The Crossing as inspiration for LOBO (Wolf), an excerpt of whch was shown tonight. A young girl in a homespun dress is roused from her sleep by three other women in prairie denim garb appear in this ritualistic and evocative work: the three women may variously represent men, or wolves. Music by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis, as well as Mike Inwood’s lighting, enhanced the committed work of the four dancers.
Andrea Murillo, a dancer I first saw work while she was working with the Martha Graham Dance Company, danced gorgeously in a Troy Ogilvie-choreographed solo Legacy Part One. The power and control of movement which Ms. Murillo developed while working at Graham were amply evident in her inspired peformance tonight. Spoken narrative and a kozmic big beat set the atmosphere as the radiant dancer held sway over the crowd, the lights coming up to a huge brightness as the solo progressed. Andrea’s perfomance was a knockout: I can’t wait to see Part Two!
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Esser madre è un inferno
Elena Zilio sings “Esser madre è un inferno” from Cilea’s L`ARLESIANA: LINK
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Cedar Lab @ Cedar Lake
Above: Cedar Lake‘s Jon Bond
Wednesday July 30th, 2014 – I have always loved Cedar Lake Contemporary Ballet‘s homespace on West 26th Street and I very much enjoyed this evening’s presentation of Cedar Lab, a new adventure for the Company wherein the dancers create choreography on their colleagues. Tonight, works-in-progress by Jon Bond, Navarra Novy-Williams, Matthew Rich, Joaquim de Santana and Vânia Doutel Vaz were presented.
Earlier this month I stopped in at a rehearsal of two of the works, those created by Navarra and Vânia, so I had a sampling of tonight’s programme. The Cedar Lake dancers are among Gotham’s most talented and alluring, and this opportunity for five of them to spread their choreographic wings did indeed make for a stimulating evening. A quote from dancer/choreographer Navarra Novy-Williams set the tone for this new initiative: “We explored a lot, and I’m certain we are still exploring.”
The only drawback to my enjoyment of the evening was that I was seated in the back row which, despite being on risers, caused my view of anything happening on the floor to be cut off by the rows of spectators in the intervening space. Since most of the choreographers made use of floor time in their danceworks, this aspect of the presentation went for nought from my perspective.
The opening work set a very high standard for the evening in terms of choreography, music, production elements, and dancing. Joaquim de Santana presented his duet DISTANT SILENCE, set to Sigur Rós’ “Fjögur Píanó” and “I Just wanted to Know” by Phillip Jack. The work opened with a brief film by Billy Bell in which the dancers – Jon Bond and Vânia Doutel Vaz – made a ghostly appearance. A large white drape is then torn down and Jon and Vânia appear in the flesh. They cross the space in a flow of gorgeously plastique moves, illuminating the music and choreography in a way that puts the viewer under a spell. Dancing in true sync or in partnered passages, Jon and Vânia were a compelling pair. Jon’s solo, with Vânia doing a walk-about, underscored his status as one of the great movers in the modern danceworld. Vânia is a marvelous match for him: her solo – in the second ‘movement’, set to spoken word and mechanical music – was very finely wrought. Mr. de Santana knows his dancers well and employed their incredible gifts to the finest advantage. There were no bows after the individual works, but if there has been Jon, Vânia and Joaquim would have brought down the house.
Vânia was the next featured choreographer: her ensemble work THEM THERE was danced to an original score by Tom Sansky. The dancers wear simple white shirts and black briefs. One by one they step into the spotlight to pose and emote as their colleagues dance quietly in the background. Combining solo opportunities and in-sync ensemble passages, the overall effect was excellent though I wish I could have seen what was going on on the floor. Ebony Williams, that paragon of contemporary dance, was the last to step into the solo spotlight; she was soon engulfed by her fellow dancers.
I was dazzled by RESIDUAL REACTION, a film in which Matthew Rich combined his ‘double-major’ of dance and fashion, working with Billy Bell who directed and edited the work. A fabulous dance track from Nalepa and Flume sent the movie into orbit with incredible footage of Cedar Lake‘s sexy and spellbinding dancers. And they have never looked more sensuous: Nickemil Concepcion, Joseph Kudra, Navarra Novy-Williams, Guillaume Quéau, Ida Saki, Rachelle Scott, Madeline Wong, with guests Patrick Coker and Daphne Fernberger. The camera invades their privacy, lingering on their skin and muscle with provocative investigation as they move with seductive glamour to the music. Baby powder is an unexpected element, and later – dancing on a rooftop – we are enslaved by the emblematic gorgeousness of the Cedar Lake dancers. I hope this film will soon be available on the Company website, or on YouTube. It makes a super-enticing trailer. The moment it ended I wantd to watch it again.
Some audience members are summoned to the stage to observe MUSE, Navarra Novy-Williams’ series of three solos, danced in turn by Acacia Schachte, Madeline Wong, and Rachelle Scott. Acacia, with her very personal mystique, snaps her fingers to turn on the spotlight for her solo which includes some very witty moves and covers the space fluently. Madeline, in a fanciful puff-skirt, dances to a big lyrical theme by Ennio Morricone, and then Rachelle displays powerful balance and control as she dances to “Moon River“. Here, more than elsewere, my inability so see the floorwork of the dancers was especially disheartening. But enough of the flavour of Navarra’s work emerged, and the music was particularly well-used.
Jon Bond produced a nightmarish work, THE DEVIL WAS ME, dealing with the aspects of sin – one of my favorite topics! Music by Murcof and Peter Broderick summoned excellent work from the dancers – those already mentioned above plus Billy Bell, Gwen Benjamin, Joaquim de Santana and Jin Young Won. The work begins with a deeply ominous theme, Rachelle Scott in the spotlight; later she will endure a satanic ritual performed on a table. The dark gathering of masked feral creatures is briefly relieved by a passage where the dancers appear in silhouette before a yellow-gold sunset. But the overall tone is sinister and sinful. The one thing that might have made this purgatorial work even more fascinating would have been to have Jon Bond dancing in it.
The house was packed, and when I emerged into the lovely summer evening light there was a long line of dance-lovers waiting to get in to the second show. This sort of initiative is a feather in Cedar Lake‘s cap, and I sincerely hope Cedar Lab becomes an annual event.
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My First RING Cycle: WALKURE
Above: Dame Gwyneth Jones
A week-long RING Cycle invariably involves RHEINGOLD on Monday night followed immediately by WALKURE on Tuesday. This places heavy demands on the gentleman singing Wotan; he has a lot of singing to do on Monday and even more (much more) on Tuesday. Fricka also appears in both operas, but her role in RHEINGOLD – though major – is not especially demanding, and in WALKURE she has only one scene: quite a strenuous one vocally, but once it’s over she is finished for the night. Fortunately the Wotan in my first Cycle, Hans Sotin, managed the back-to-back operas superbly. And Helga Dernesch’s Fricka was a thrilling interpretation.
WALKURE brings four new characters to the drama: Brunnhilde, Sieglinde, Siegmund and Hunding. With Dame Gwyneth Jones’s first appearance as Brunnhilde in Act II, this RING Cycle – already off to such an impressive start – soared into the stratosphere.
Here’s my diary entry from the second night of the Cycle:
“WALKURE – excellent despite some audience distractions. Levine and the orchestra do wonders with this score. The cast was really fabulous, though I had mixed feelings about the Siegmund of Robert Schunk. He looked well, sang and phrased in a musicianly manner; he had the right feel for the role and – for the most part – more than enough volume. He tended, however, to sing just a shade flat much of the time. Too bad…he tried hard and he did have his moments.
Everyone else was on peak form. Matti Salminen gave a tremendous Hunding, rolling out the tone with tremendous force and simply smacking of evil…really menacing sound and thoroughly convincing as an actor: his long, deadly stare at Siegmund after man-handling his wife was such a provocation (Siegmund, weaponless at this point, is in no posotion to respond). Salminen continues my great line of Hundings – Rundgren, Haugland, Moll, Macurdy – and he’s such a fascinating artist.
We have a wonderful new Wagnerian soprano in Mechthild Gessendorf (above) who, if this performance is any indication of her abilities, is a fine addition to the operatic gallery. Her bright, almost girlish tone has a clear middle range with top notes that can be clean-attacked or slightly scooped-up to: they are exciting! Oddly, she reminds me a bit of Mara Zampieri though I can’t put my finger on why! She gave a glorious Sieglinde, full of feminine warmth and real emotional commitment; I look forward to her Kaiserin and Senta.
Helga Dernesch’s Fricka proved spellbinding, sung with great authority and vocal power; the slight peril in the upper range was overcome by force and she simply did a magnificent job. The drama of her plea was put across with an awesome balance of of security and desperation: really engrossing. And she looked gorgeous…a splendid assumption of the role.
Hans Sotin’s Wotan was given with great vocal command and heartrending dramatic sureness. He was in excellent voice, giving a truly impressive monolog and ending Act II with a furious “Geh!” to Hunding who crashed to the ground at the god’s irate command. Singing gloriously, Sotin came thru with much moving and beautfully modulated vocalism in the third act, and he triumphantly sustained the top notes of his final phrase to majestc effect…bravississimo!!!!
It was a great pleasure to see Dame Gwyneth Jones on the Met stage again: still unsure of how she would sound, she nevertheless is an arresting physical presence. But as soon as she began to sing, it was clear we were in for a thrilling Brunnhilde: her great personal and vocal radiance set its stamp on the entire evening. She is a very different Brunnhilde from Behrens, more feminine and less complicated. She offered a spectacular battle cry, sustaining the clear-attack high-C and thereafter she simply went at it vocally all evening, with powerful and moving singing in the ‘Todesverkundigung‘ where she well portrayed Brunnhilde’s increasing embarrassment at the deceitful way Wotan has treated Siegmund. Jones’s third act was wonderful in every regard, with a movingly intoned “War es so schmählich” and increasing desperation as she begs Wotan to spare her degradation. Her final plea – to surround her slumbering place with magic fire – literally tore at the heart. The sheer size of Dame Gwyneth’s voice is such a treat at The Met, and her occassional wooziness and a couple of oddly pronounced words (“Siegfried” in her Act III address to Sieglinde somehow became “Augfried”) were just trifles compared to the great flood of warm, emotional power she generates. Simply great!! And she looks marvelous…great legs! So, a really remarkable evening with huge ovations for all and a particular hurricane of applause for Dame Gwyneth. A grand night!!!”
Metropolitan Opera House
May 2, 1989DIE WALKÜRE
WagnerBrünnhilde..............Gwyneth Jones
Siegmund................Robert Schunk
Sieglinde...............Mechthild Gessendorf
Wotan...................Hans Sotin
Fricka..................Helga Dernesch
Hunding.................Matti Salminen
Gerhilde................Pyramid Sellers
Grimgerde...............Wendy Hillhouse
Helmwige................Marita Napier
Ortlinde................Adriana La Ganke
Rossweisse..............Judith Christin
Schwertleite............Sondra Kelly
Siegrune................Diane Kesling
Waltraute...............Joyce CastleConductor...............James Levine




























