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Stephen Llewellyn

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Stephen Llewellyn worked with Portland Opera for nearly four years and still produces this blog on a weekly basis. You may see him manning the Portland Opera table at the Metropolitan Opera High Definition transmissions where he enjoys chatting with like-minded Saturday morning opera fans. Do stop by and say 'hello'. He has been a barrister in Hong Kong, a professional folk singer and classically-trained tenor. He makes a mean zabaglione, and cries easily and frequently at opera performances.

Opera and Other Links

The Rest is Noise - Alex Ross of the New Yorker

Sieglinda's Diaries

Parterre Box

Opera Chic

On an Overgrown Path

Norman Lebrecht

Metropolitan Opera

Jessica Duchen

Dramma per Musica

think denk

Anne Midgette

The Omniscient Mussel

Northwest Reverb

Là ci darem la mano

Turn to the Music

The Taruskin Challenge

CNY Cafe Momus

 

What I Am Reading

In Patagonia (Bruce Chatwin)

Memoirs (Da Ponte)

The Librettist of Venice (Bolt)

Ship Fever (Andrea Barrett)

Le Grand Meaulnes (Alain-Fournier)

Beethoven. Letters, Journals and Conversations

 

What I am listening to as I write this week's post...

Magnum Mysterium (Lauridsen)

Nixon in China (new recording)

Vanessa (Barber)

John Martyn

Leon Redbone Christmas Album

Christmas With The Yours (Elio)

Mozart Requiem (arr. for String Quartet)

Tosca (Callas)

Till Eulenspiegel (Strauss)

Mid-week Miscellany

Gene Simmons in Kiss makeupEarl Wild

Pianist Earl Wild died last week. His obituaries carry all the usual stuff about him being a "super virtuoso in the Horowitz class" with "one of the great piano techniques of the 20th century." Well, that may be true but was not borne out by the one occasion on which I saw him live in concert. It was in Hong Kong, sometime in the 1980's and he was to play Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto Number 2. When Mr Wild walked - well, more stumbled - onto the stage one wondered whether he had walked into a piece of lumber off-stagesomewhere and was dazed. It soon became apparent that he had actually walked into an adult beverage and was somewhat the worse for wear. His hair was disheveled and he looked like Tip O'Neill after a particularly joyful St Patrick's Day celebration. He sat at the piano and signaled the conductor that he was ready to begin. It was a mess. It wasn't that there was the occasional fluffed note. It was that it sounded as though he was playing while wearing boxing gloves. I had guests with me who had never heard of Wild but loved the piece and initially I was much embarrassed. Then angry. Finally the whole experience saddened me in that a man of such obvious talent had lost respect for his own musical worth and that of the composer to such an extent that he clearly just didn't care that he was making a travesty of the work. That occasion may have been completely out of character. I do hope so.

Jean Simmons
Actress Jean Simmons also died this last week. I related the news to Holly. The conversation went thus:
Me: Jean Simmons died - eighty years old.
Holly: He was that old??
Me: Jean Simmons the actress, Holly. Not Gene Simmons from Kiss!
Holly: Oh. (pause) I was wondering whether that was why he wore all that make up.
I report this not out of a wish to be mean-spirited but to give an example of why I adore her.
The picture at the head of this post is of Jean Simmons as she appeared in How to Make an American Quilt (1995). Oh, no...wait....

Vanessa
The weekly opera on AllClassical on Saturday was a re-broadcast of a 1958 performance from the Met of Samuel Barber's opera Vanessa, starring Eleanor Steber and Nicolai Gedda. The libretto was written by Barber's life-partner Gian-Carlo Menotti. I am listening to it one chunk at a time, about 20 minutes of it per day. It's dark stuff, but interesting and there is some wonderful vocal work - particularly by Steber. I'll perhaps write more about it when I have had a chance to hear it all and form an overall view.

For you Broadway fans
Lord of the Dance, starring Michael Flatley is, I suppose, the best selling dance show of all time. You know what they say about imitation being the sincerest form of flattery? Does the same go for parody, I wonder? All I can tell you is that I laughed and laughed at this. And then I laughed some more. YouTube has disabled the 'embed' function of this video so all I can post is the web address which is here.

My thanks to Dana Raymond, Portland Opera's Artist Coordinator, for bringing this to my attention. Mille grazie, cara!

Okay, that's it for now. You can go back to work. More on Monday, as usual.