The Vienna State Opera is getting ready for their first premiere of the season. After approximately 300 performances of the perhaps a little dusty but still functioning production of "La Traviata" by director Otto Schenk they're throwing out the chaiselongue and bringing in an all new, (almost) all French and all modern production by Jean-François Sivadieras seen earlier this year at the Festival d'Aix-en-Provence.
One may argue that vocally this might not be the best fit for Natalie Dessay but everyone who has seen this woman act before must simply be looking forward to being introduced to her Violetta.
One may also argue that a modern production that has obviously been created around the energetic and creative person of Dessay, the actress-singer, might not work as well with park-and-bark-approaches by other singers who will take on this role in the future. It is also to be seen how the production will do without long rehearsal periods where - as experienced in the past with long standing productions at this house - little details are lost and the functionality of a production is proved...or not.
On October 9th we will try to imagine how this new Traviata production might last for another 300 shows.
I like to go to the stage door after a performance - not to get autographs or take pictures of the artists but to watch the goings-on and indulge in the performance after the performance. Some opera fans have always puzzled me: Academics who camp out at ticket offices to get tickets for the most wanted performances. Filthy rich people who pay $$$ for front row seats just to play games on their smart phones while Domingo is singing. Elderly ladies using their elbows to push other elderly ladies aside only to get a peek of Grigolo. Seemingly sophisticated people who travel far just to be able to say, “The performance was as dreadful as I had expected.” People you see at the opera about 5 times a week whose biggest aim in life is to get the 99th autograph (and after that the 100th, 101st, 102nd…) of Villazón but who know nothing about the art of singing, the history of the artform or even what opera it was they did see that very night. It is especially this obsession with autographs that I will never understand, hence the question I would like to pose today:
What do people do with 99 autographs of one single artist?
I have always pictured their homes wallpapered with these autographs. Is that for real? I understand the concept of using autographs as an excuse to be close to the artist you admire. After a while the artist will remember your face, though. At least when you get your 99th autograph they will know you. And yes, they will probably ask the same question: What the heck do you do with my autographs?!
Have people ever considered a different form of approaching an artist? Call me crazy but I suggest to simply talk to them instead. If you found their performance particularly marvelous tell them how much you liked it, what you liked about it. If you’re genuinely interested in the artist’s career, in that particular production, the evening’s performance you should be able to come up with some clever question. If you ask in a respectful way they will gladly answer your questions. And when they do, say ‘thank you’ and don’t forget to greet them in a polite manner before you leave. In short: Use common sense!
If you can’t come up with anything to talk to them about show a little respect for the person who just got off work and freakin’ leave them alone! ABSOLUTE NO-GO: Getting 20 pictures signed at once! You’re never gonna get rich selling those autographs on eBay.
I don’t want to be a hypocrite about this, I’ve only seen so much go wrong in the artist-fan-interaction when respect is the simple key for every human interaction!
"Surely our eyes are given to us only so that we may weep."
~ Iolanta
And weep we all did during the concert performances of Tchaikovsky's last opera Iolanta, the story of a blind princess who learns to see when she encounters true love. This was certainly my personal highlight at this year's Salzburg Festival and judging from the sobbing and nose-blowing sounds that could be heard in the house I didn't seem to be the only one who was touched by this musically exceptional performance.
Of course this was named "The Netrebko Show" by various newspapers. Whoever comes up with such catchy lines should start reconsidering the verbal sellout of this talented woman. At the same time the reduction of this "show" to one singer does not do justice to the stellar performances the rest of the cast showed: Piotr Beczala as loving Count Vaudémont, John Relyea as King René and caring father and Alexey Markov, who in the small role of Robert received hearty ovations for his aria.
Piotr Beczala, Anna Netrebko, John Relyea
The surprise to me was that this concert performance touched me more than a staged opera has in a while. There was no "show" and there was no need for it. Tchaikovsky provided us with this beautifully composed music, Henrik Hertz with a heartbreakingl story and the artists brought it all to life with their talent and above all with the sincerity the treated this music with. One can only wish for more musical experiences like these which capture you in such an intense way while they're happening and resound long after you've left the concert hall.
A sneaky person captured the duet Tvoyo molčan’ye neponyatno during the final rehearsal which - despite not endorsing video bootlegging of classical performances - I wouldn’t want to keep from you:
