CROSSOVER!

 Baptiste Trotignon and Kate Lindsey

Can it really have been a dozen years since we first wrote about mezzo-soprano Kate Lindsey? We recall it well. It was at one of Steve Blier's notable New York Festival of Song recitals at which we found great artistry in Ms. Lindsey; so it was no great surprise that the intrepid Mr. Blier was in attendance at The Weill Recital Hall to witness Ms. Lindsey's performance. In the past dozen years the artist has achieved fame and acquired a large number of fans who came and welcomed her with much applause , listened attentively, and gave her a standing ovation at the end, demanding two encores.

This all makes us feel like a grinch since we were not enthralled. Perhaps it is the case that we do not appreciate cabaret as much as art song. Perhaps it was the extremely loose-limbed body language or the facial expressions bordering on grimacing. Perhaps it was our discomfort at the frequent sartorial adjustments to the otherwise becoming black sequined gown. Perhaps it was the realization that the chosen composers, who fled Nazi Germany, lost the sharp edge that made their works so arresting. There was something about their musical styles, once they settled in the United States, that felt flabby to us.

To our ears, Kurt Weill's songs for Lost in the Stars can't hold the proverbial candle to the several works composed with Bertold Brecht like "Denn wie man sich bettet, so liegt man" from Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny or the intense "Pirate Jenny" from The Threepenny Opera.

The part of the program we did enjoy was a pair of songs by Alma Mahler -- "Die still Stadt" and "Hymne", songs we would love to hear again. Of course Gustav's wife composed at the turn of the 20th century, a period we admire. We wish the  composer had defied her controlling husband and written more songs. Perhaps the inclusion on the program of songs by Alexander Zemlinsky ("Selige Stunde" and the peaceful "Und hat der Tag all seine Qual") made its way onto the program because he and Mrs. Mahler were "involved". We wish his songs and hers had been programmed sequentially.

The pianist for the event was Baptiste Trotignon, an excellent jazz pianist and quite a treat for those member of the audience who love jazz and improvisations. We, unfortunately, do not. There were many instances when what we heard coming from the piano was at war with the text. Furthermore, the pair of artists gave an interpretation of Kurt Weill's "Je ne t'aime pas" that didn't reflect our psychological understanding of the jilted woman who is trying to hide her sorrow. The accompaniment was dense and forte whilst the singing lacked subtlety and irony. Ms. Lindsey just sounded angry--even furious.

We did enjoy the pianist's solo improvisation on Kurt Weill's tunes and thought of him as a better soloist than accompanist.  To end on a more favorable note, halfway through the program we heard a very nice interpretation of Weill's "Berlin Im Licht".

We cannot fault artists for wanting to do something different by stretching their styles or for creating an original theme for a program. Obviously there are fans who love everything an artist does. Just not us.

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