Sunday, 22 October 2017

I'M A HAPPY CHAPPIE*

* Which is a strange thing for a curmudgeon to say but it's true.


I just arrived back from Auckland. I went down yesterday to join The Old Girl as we went to see Anna Netrebko and Yusif Eyvasov with the Auckland Philharmonic (and another baritone geezer) at Aotea Centre.



Wow! Wow! And Wow!

This was classy stuff. Netrebko comes onto and off the stage like a galleon in full sail. Her voice is outstanding. Eyvazovf is no slouch either and he nailed most of what he sang.

We are lucky in little old Nuzil to see stuff of this calibre.

In the second half when Eyvasov sang  Le Lucevan Le Stelle from Tosca and sang it beautifully, I was in heaven. I said to The Old Girl "Now I'd love to hear him sing Vesti La Giubba  from Pagliacci as we'd heard Pavarotti sing both of these. Well blow me down - he came back on and sang a powerful version of Vesti La Giubba. Beautiful.

Not knowing that I was on a roll I again whispered to The Old Girl that if Netrebko was to sing that outstanding aria from La Wally then I'd need nothing else. Next moment on she sailed and launched into Ebben? Ne Andro Lontano.  Stunning.

I thought that I'd died and gone to heaven but wait - there's more! Eyvazov came back on and sang Nessun Dorma from Turandot another that we'd heard Pavarotti sing. This was powerful and wonderful stuff only marred by the Kraut woman in the row behind us who felt compelled to clap over-vigourously and yell out 'Brava' at every opportunity. Silly cow.

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The Auckland Philharmonic orchestra were great. There must have been about seventy of the buggers and they all seemed to know what they were doing. Five double basses seemed to be a bit of an overkill though. I told The Old Girl that the other four must have been spares in case of an accident.
I was disappointed that Gossamer Wump wasn't there though.



It seems that cost cutting has done away with him and one of the percussionists has taken over his role. To be fair though I only saw the triangle being banged once.

I was watching the percussionists and saw a woman stand up from her big drum (she was the same one who hit the triangle that one time) and move across to some upright organ pipes. She had a hammer in her hand and I thought "Hello, this'll be good". I watched the conductor Michel Tatarnikov to see if he knew what was going on and, to his credit at the very right time he looked up and pointed his stick at the woman and she banged the upright chimes thing. Magic. I was impressed with Tatarnkov as I'd disparaged him as I usually do with conductors as he'd turned up late just as all the others do. All the orchestra seem to make the effort to get seated and ready and it's always the conductor who strolls in later. Shoddy.

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11 comments:

Richard (of RBB) said...

Yeah, you named some great Aria there but where did the name 'La Wally' come from? Sounds Australian.

Robert said...

Beautiful. Impressed by your operatic knowledge too.
I was curious what La Wally is about so found the lyrics. I'm still none the wiser; maybe Richard can enlighten us!

Ebbene, n'andrò lontana
Come va l'eco della pia campana
Là, fra la neve bianca
Là, fra le nubi d'or
Là, dov'è la speranza, la speranza
Il rimpianto, il rimpianto, e il dolor
O della madre mia casa gioconda
La Wally n'andrà da te
Da te lontana assai
E forse a te, e forse a te
Non farà mai più ritorno
Né più la rivedrai
Mai più, mai più
N'andrò sola e lontana
Come l'eco è della pia campana
Là, fra la neve bianca
N'andrò, n'andrò sola e lontana
E fra le nubi d'or

Richard (of RBB) said...

Shouldn't all this have happened on The Cultured Curmudgeon.
Robert:
This lady plans to go a long way away. Maybe, with a name like Wally she plans to go to Aussie?

Richard (of RBB) said...

Google translate said (but 'or' should be gold methinks. Oro in italiano - this I think is a dialect)...
Well, I'll go far
How is the echo of the pale bell
There, in the white snow
There, in the clouds of or
Where, where is hope, hope
Regret, regret, and sorrow
Or my mother loves play
The Wally will come to you
To you far away
And perhaps to you, and perhaps to you
He will never return
Nor will you see it again
Never again, never again
I'll go alone and far
As the echo is of the pale bell
There, in the white snow
I'll go there, I'll go alone and away
And between the clouds of or

Richard (of RBB) said...

This opera is seldom staged because the death scene at the end (avalanche) is hard to do.

Richard (of RBB) said...

Come on opera producers, get your act together!

THE CURMUDGEON said...

Lynn and I like the spectacle of opera and have, over the years been lucky to see some great performances in several countries.
I've never seen La Wally performed and would jump at the chance. Diva, a French film from the early 1980s (outstanding and a much watch) featured La Wally music particularly 'Ebben? Ne Andro Lontano' and I loved it - maybe influencing me in my love of opera.

THE CURMUDGEON said...

Richard, I take your point - I should have written this on 'The Cultured Curmudgeon'. Mea Culpa.

Richard (of RBB) said...

Never mind, you can stick something about windows over there.

Richard (of RBB) said...

I mean, you started with good intentions.

THE CURMUDGEON said...

Have you finished your boorish 'witticisms' on Wally then?

MAYBE I REALLY AM GOING CRAZY ..........

..... because in my previous posts I forgot to mention one of my most favourite songs of all time. This song is definitely one of my '...