VOCE DI MECHE
Reviews of performing arts with emphasis on young artists and small opera companies.
MISSION
Saturday, May 9, 2026
LIFE, DEATH, SPIRIT, AND ART
Friday, May 8, 2026
ALL ABOUT CARMEN
Monday, May 4, 2026
Saturday, May 2, 2026
THE FORGOTTEN VICTOR HERBERT
We have been enjoying and writing about The Victor Herbert Renaissance Project Live, also known as VHRPL!, for several years as the very creative Alyce Mott has been producing his legendary operettas with plot modifications to make them more accessible to contemporary audiences. We had no trouble falling in love with his tuneful melodies and being enchanted by the stories. We watched with pleasure as the company expanded from church to theater and graduated from piano to full orchestra.
Unfortunately, Ms. Mott has decided to move on to other projects so R.I.P. to VHRPL! Mott ensured that this project would be going out with a bang by means of a concert of Herbert's orchestral music. That being said, if Ms. Mott changes her mind and decides to resuscitate VHRPL! there will be a big cheer from us and many others who became interested in this turn of the 20th century composer. We have wondered why some of his foreign contemporaries like Puccini have survived while his works have faded into near oblivion.
As a parting gesture, Ms. Mott produced an evening of Herbert's orchestral works at Eglise St.John-Baptiste Catholic Church on the Upper East Side, upstairs from the comfortable mid-sized theater on the lower level where we enjoyed so many Herbert operettas. We were curious about these works and last night's well attended program sampled many of them. Maestro Steven Byess conducted.
It was indeed a treat to hear works we had never heard before and probably will never hear again. We have never heard them in a concert hall and likely might have enjoyed them more since the acoustics of the very large and extremely beautiful sanctuary did not lend themselves to orchestral music. Textures were often muddied. Furthermore, what we are sure was a very interesting narration by Mott herself was amplified to the extent that little could be understood. We wished that there had been written program notes.
The works presented spanned a time period from 1893, when a youthful Herbert composed Suite for Cello and Orchestra, Op 3 to 1924's Suite of Serenades. The former predated his marriage and move to the United States when he was invited to play the cello in the Metropolitan Opera orchestra. The latter mature work had four sections each representing a different culture, happily avoiding stereotypical tropes. The Spanish movement manifested only delicate Iberian influences; the Chinese movement utilized a vaguely exotic scale and ended with a clash of cymbals; the Cuban movement had a dancelike rhythm; the fourth movement was labeled "Oriental" and we have no idea what image that was meant to evoke.
Herbert seems to have had a great affection for marches, of which we heard several. His 1901 American Fantasia would be perfect for the Macy's July 4th celebration. It began with much pomp and circumstance, and incorporated several American folk melodies like "Yankee Doodle", "Dixieland", "The Star Spangled Banner" and Stephen Foster's "Old Folks at Home".
His 1892 Irish Rhapsody had both bombastic passages and pensive parts, some of which we thought sounded like a movie soundtrack. Strangely, our mental imagery was that of Tara, the plantation in Gone With the Wind.
The Auditorium Festival March quoted from "Auld Lang Syne" and filled it out with many variations on the theme.
Our overall impression of Herbert's symphonic output was that of a composer with too many ideas who never quite managed to create a cohesive work. Perhaps someday we will get to hear more and remain open to changing our mind. However, we would be far more eager to hear one of his operettas. Perhaps that is where his heart lay.
© meche kroop
Friday, May 1, 2026
LOVE OF THE ART AND THE ART OF LOVE
Thursday, April 30, 2026
GERDA LISSNER COMPETITION
Thursday, April 23, 2026
FALLING FOR FALSTAFF
Juilliard Opera Theater's production of Falstaff
(photo by Maria Baranova)
One can always count on Juilliard Opera to produce a musically superb production with the young singers showing great artistic promise and the Juilliard Orchestra doing great credit to the music. In this case it was Maestro Joseph Colaneri's baton putting the musicians through their paces with a lively interpretation of Verdi's score.
Writing music with a comedic tilt is just as difficult as directing and performing comedy and Verdi's score manages to be light-hearted but never trivial. Much of the comedic influence can be heard in the wind section.
Let us now credit some winning performances. Minki Hong is not the huge mountain of a man that we have come to expect in the role and if he were wearing a "fat suit" it was not very padded. Nonetheless he gave a fine interpretation of a lovable rascal and employed his baritone instrument to fine effect.
As far as those "Merry Wives of Windsor" (from which Shakespeare play Verdi's librettist Arigo Boito drew, along with material from King Henry IV), each one brought something very special to their respective roles. As Alice Ford, Page Michels used her vocal and dramatic skills to create a believable character, as did Sophia Baete who employed both vocal and thespian artistry as Meg Page.
Lauren Randolph created a Mistress Quickly like no other and Shiyu Zhuo made an adorable Nannetta. We completely relished their plotting their revenge against the Fat Knight, as he is called.
The men were equally exceptional with Titus Muzi admirably limning the character of the jealous Ford. Falstaff was not written with any emphasis on arias but his "È sogno? o realtà?" was a special moment.
As Fenton, Adam Catangui was so cute in his duet with the adorable Ms. Zhuo (the photo above shows them together) that one just wanted to see them wed at the end of the opera. And yes, the voices were fine with color suited to the character.
It was difficult to see the young Chester SeungYup Han as Dr. Caius, the unpleasant elderly suitor intended for Nannetta's hand; however he sang as well as everyone else and we have no complaints on that regard. Nathan Romporti took the role of Bardolfo and Pistola was played by Lin Fan--both fine and funny.
Having dispatched our encomia for the superb singers, let us express our distaste for the production. We most definitely belong to the Werktreue camp, and not the Regietheater camp. Director Marcus Shields is entitled to his artistic philosophy; we read his notes following the performance and found them to be self-referential doublespeak. We are not lacking in intellect but his theories made no sense to us. We prefer our performances to be true to the story, including time and place.
In Mr. Shields production we are in a bare white room with a rectangular hole cut into it and a trap door in the floor. There are two nondescript chairs but singers generally sat on the floor, thanks to Scenic Designer Frank J. Oliva. The final scene in Windsor Park was a great relief. It was performed in near-dark allowing us to use our imagination.
Costume Designer Avery Reed seemed to have no concept whatsoever. Some of the costumes appeared to be of the 1960's but nothing related to the characters or the story.
Several irritating or disappointing moments come to mind. When the women try to hide Falstaff from Ford and the enraged mob, they put him in what seems to be a pillow case, reminding us of the final act of Rigoletto. The Thames is not even suggestd when servants carry him offstage. When Mistress Quickly comes to manipulate Falstaff with her "Reverenza!" she has been presumably directed not to manipulate but to seduce by means of weird twerking motions. We could go one and on but we won't.
Was it funny? The audience's laughter seemed to line up with the projected titles rather than with the action onstage. We felt disgruntled until the final scene which we did enjoy to some extent. We were moved to consult our prior reviews of Falstaff, going back to 2012 when Martina Arroyo's Prelude to Performance (much missed) gave us a magnificently directed and costumed production which she repeated a few years later. Santa Fe Opera did a decent historically accurate production which suffered only from an excess of stage business. Del'Arte Opera did a minimalistic production that worked by means of dramatic validity. Until last night we had never felt so turned off. The performance was only rescued by the voices.
In sum, the operagoer should not need Director's Notes. The work should speak for itself. Verdi's rich orchestration and Boito's clever lyrics are sufficiently humorous and humanistic to not require such directorial interference. We would say "Keep your theories in a book and keep your directorial arrogance off the stage!" Oh we feel so much better getting that off our chest!
© meche kroop