Monday, 10 August 2015

Non Stop Orpheus


Queues for the loos lengthened with the announcement in the third week of the Proms that 72-year-old Sir John Eliot Gardiner had decided to perform Monteverdi’s five act opera without an interval. (Tip: use the Circle level). This was as much a talking point as the gossip at the first performance in 1607 that even the dialogue was to be sung. This was how the ancient Greeks did it, apparently, and the Renaissance was all about reviving Classical antiquity. The recitative, as it was called, rose and fell with the emotions of the characters. Under Gardiner, the hours passed without longueurs. Orfeo was sung by Krystian Adams whose light tenor brightened and darkened expressively though once or twice his desperation at Eurydice’s loss caused the focus of his pitch to fall rather too low. His sylph-like Eurydice was Mariana Flores who sang with a seductive glint and prevaricated deliciously as she moved across the stage with featherlight grace. She had her dancing equal in Francesca Aspromonte’s Music who shook with mating ritual appeal and sang with glistening tone and hall-filling volume, not least when as the Messenger she announced herself from the back of the arena and, accompanied by a theorbist, solemnly glided through the parting prommers as she delivered her tragic news.

Fearing a reaction to lengthy recitative, Monteverdi made extensive provision for the dance element with dozens of ritornello interludes. Sir John’s musicians revelled in the rhythms in their two groups led by long-necked lutes (theorbos) and keyboards with violins and recorders for colour. The brass including cornetts was separate, marching on in ritual for their familiar fanfares with ‘natural’ tuning providing authentic dissonance. The youthful chorus sang with well-honed collegiate voices, gyrated more or less in time, clapped percussion entries and involved themselves with the drama at every point, posing as so many Rodin Thinkers with Orfeo’s gloomy mood. For all his heavenly musicianship, Orfeo could not prevent despair although perhaps the subliminal message is that music is at its most beautiful when depicting tragedy. 

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