Opera North on Tour: The Lowry Theatre, Salford Quays. 09-13.05. 
                          2006 (RJF)
                        
                        Puccini: La Rondine
                          Mozart: The Marriage of Figaro
                          Weill: Arms and the Cow
                         
                        
                          
                          Since the conclusion of their winter tour in Belfast in April 2005, Opera North’s activities 
                          have been severely restricted due to their home at the 
                          Grand Theatre Leeds undergoing total refurbishment and 
                          technical updating. They visited The Lowry, and a couple 
                          of other venues, in the summer of 2005 with one performance 
                          of a semi- staged production of Bartok’s 
                          Duke Bluebeards Castle (see review 
                          by Bill Kenny) featuring John Tomlinson and Sally 
                          Burgess which subsequently became the basis of the recently 
                          issued recording by Chandos in their Opera in English series.
                          
                          In the following autumn Opera North’s activities were 
                          restricted to concert performances of Nabucco, 
                          which came to the Lowry in October (see my 
                          review), and semi staged performances of Hansel 
                          and Gretel in Leeds Town Hall. The vibrant performances 
                          of Nabucco are currently the basis of a recording 
                          that should make a thrilling CD issue in the same Opera 
                          in English series.
                         
                        With 
                          the promised land of a tentative date for a return to 
                          their home theatre set for June of this year, the Company 
                          re-instituted their normal spring policy of three productions. 
                          Unable to start in Leeds they 
                          spent two weeks in neighbouring Bradford 
                          before touring their normal venues. Playing for audiences 
                          carefully, they are touring one new production and two 
                          revivals which consist of a further outing for the 1994 
                          production of Puccini’s La Rondine 
                          and, it being a Mozart anniversary year, their 1996 
                          Marriage Of Figaro. 
                          For the season’s new production they again turned, perhaps 
                          spurred by the reception of One Touch of Venus, 
                          to Kurt Weill and Arms and the Cow.
                         
                        Having 
                          no home base must have impacted considerably on stage 
                          rehearsal time and facilities. But at the halfway stage 
                          of the tour everything is as tightly knit as is the 
                          Company norm, and is superbly exemplified by the singing 
                          and acting in La Rondine. 
                          Peter Relton has revived Francesco Zambello’s original 
                          production in 2000 in which as I remember from the 1994 
                          original, Tito Beltran’s Ruggero 
                          was a something of a chocolate box soldier in Act I. 
                          This was his UK 
                          stage debut after being a finalist in the Cardiff 
                          Singer of the World contest the previous year. At 
                          that time, Beltran lacked the vocal heft that Rafael 
                          Rojas brought to the current performance and which is 
                          needed in the finale of Act III when Ruggero 
                          berates Magda for sullying 
                          his sexual purity; an interesting variation on the norm, 
                          even in Second Empire France let alone the present day. 
                          But that of course is part of the incongruities between 
                          the Parisian 
                          demi-monde, and the 
                          sensibilities of an innocent young man from the south 
                          of the country.
                          
                          This cultural difference is perhaps alluded by the sets: 
                          the blackness and business of Magda’s 
                          Paris salon in Act I, contrasts starkly with the white 
                          of the Provençal love nest in the simple Act 
                          III which indicates Ruggero’s 
                          physical and emotional purity. It is in Act III that 
                          the drama is really played out and where Janis Kelly 
                          as Magda showed her prowess as a singing actress. In her Paris 
                          salon she had been the perfect courtesan hostess and 
                          had portrayed a rather gauche ingénue in the nightclub 
                          of Act II. In both of those acts her singing was careful 
                          and her phrasing, often on a thread of tone, expressive. 
                          In Act III, both in the love duet and after Ruggero 
                          learns of Magda’s courtesan past, Janis Kelly lets her voice open out 
                          in passionate and strong singing. Yes, her voice could 
                          benefit from a little more colour, but its white purity, 
                          without any spread or acidity, can surmount even Puccini’s 
                          luxuriant orchestration. In these passionate outbursts, 
                          first of love and then anger, she is matched by Rojos’ 
                          strong singing. Like hers, his diction was a pleasure. 
                          
                         
                        La 
                          Rondine is unusual in 
                          having major parts for two sopranos and two tenors. 
                          As the second tenor, the poet Prunier, Alan Oke sang and acted 
                          well. It is a difficult part to bring off; Prunier 
                          is not a wimp but a shrewd manipulator of Lisette, 
                          Magda’s maid, and her dreams. Gail Pearson acted well and 
                          sang with purity but not a lot of vocal colour. As Magda’s 
                          rather benevolent Sugar Daddy Rambaldo, 
                          Peter Savidge, a left over from the 1994 production, was rather 
                          wooden in his acting. The steep raking of the Lowry 
                          stage did not help his natural movement, or that of the other singers. Richard Farnes conducted with consideration for his singers and affection 
                          for Puccini’s seemingly little loved eighth opera. Whilst 
                          the work has not got the individual arias of Bohème 
                          or Butterfly, it is full of the composer’s melodic 
                          felicities and is dramatically cohesive. As an opera 
                          it deserves a better press than it often gets and this 
                          production and sets are ideal vehicles for its appreciation. 
                          I regretted that opera starved Mancunians and Salfordians 
                          did not turn out in better numbers to recognise the 
                          quality of the work and this performance. Perhaps opera 
                          lovers in the remaining touring venues will take note 
                          and give the performances better support than it received 
                          at The Lowry.
                         
                        The 
                          second revival, The Marriage of Figaro, sung 
                          in English, was rather less successful than the La 
                          Rondine. The Act I set 
                          is crude, with Figaro and Susana’s allocated room being 
                          consisting of graffiti-sprayed flats and their bed being 
                          a mattress propped against the wall. Act IV opens with 
                          magical lighting and small cut-out trees that could, 
                          at a pinch, do the business of the assignations and 
                          Figaro’s uncertainties. However, the producer bungles 
                          this opportunity and the intended confusions of the 
                          act are not clearly delineated. Likewise the Act I shenanigans 
                          around the chair as Cherubino 
                          avoids the Count are also poorly managed. Whilst I cannot 
                          imagine any Count Almaviva physically passing out on 
                          discovering that Marcellina 
                          is Figaro’s mother, this Count’s meek acceptance of 
                          the overt aggression of his servants as they present 
                          their flowers -including jabbing them into his crotch-might 
                          have been meant to give the impression of a weak character. 
                          That impression was certainly reinforced by the light 
                          voiced singing of James McOran-Campbell 
                          whose lack of vocal bite and physical stature were not 
                          compensated for in the threats of incongruous and gratuitous 
                          violence on his wife. As portrayed here, the Count came 
                          over as a bit of a wimp rather than a suave seducer. 
                          Both Figaro and Count were light voiced baritones, but 
                          whilst Wyn Pencarreg as Figaro had the physique and vocal suppleness 
                          to support his vocal characterisation and expression 
                          via his acting, McOran-Campbell’s Count lacked even these advantages. 
                          
                          As Cherubino, Juliane Young’s facial 
                          and wide-eyed expressions, and her body language, were 
                          outstanding in what can be a difficult role to portray. 
                          She shaped both her arias well. Jeni Bern was a pert Susanna and a well-acted foil for the 
                          Count and her Act IV aria was a delight to listen to. 
                          With the role of Countess Almaviva, Linda Richardson 
                          takes a further step into a heavier fach. Her acting 
                          and duets with Bern’s 
                          Susanna were well done with the voices well-matched 
                          yet distinct. She shaped and phrased both her solo arias 
                          with care and with a pleasing purity of tone, although 
                          more colour and even a little decoration, had the conductor 
                          allowed it, would not have come amiss. Lucy Crowe’s 
                          Barbarina was very well portrayed and sung, including 
                          her brief Act IV aria. I note she will get to sing Susanna 
                          later in the run and I think she will do well in this 
                          role. As Marcellina, Angela 
                          Hickey was convincing but did not get her final act 
                          aria in this production, whilst Jonathan Best as Bartolo 
                          seemed to have lost some of his basso sonority but still 
                          sang a tuneful aria. I did hear comments about lack 
                          of clarity of the diction in the English translation 
                          from members of the audience and given the perfect match 
                          of da Ponte’s prosody to Mozart’s music I cannot help but feel 
                          that a performance in Italian with English surtitles 
                          would have served the audience interest better and perhaps 
                          allowed Christian Gansh, the conductor, to be more fleet in his tempi. As it 
                          was, I sensed that consideration for the singers and 
                          their phrasing was paramount in his mind. 
                         
                        The 
                          season at The Lowry concluded on the Saturday evening 
                          with a performance of Weill's  Arms and the 
                          Cow. Is it an opera, an operetta, a musical, a cabaret, 
                          a burlesque or what? A more important question though, 
                          was whether or not what we saw here was actually Kurt 
                          Weill. Opera North has long 
                          championed him; I remember Love Life in 1994 
                          and I described their staging of his One Touch 
                          of Venus as being the best show in town after its 
                          premiere in Leeds in December 
                          2004. That was a work completely and undeniably by Weill 
                          who, by then in America and having absorbed the contemporary 
                          musical idiom through contact with Hammerstein, Lerner, 
                          Ogden Nash and others, planned Venus as a vehicle 
                          for Marlene Dietrich’s Broadway debut. For a variety 
                          of reasons it was staged without Dietrich but the work 
                          was premiered on October 7th 1943 at the Imperial Theatre, New 
                          York and ran for 576 performances. 
                         
                        By contrast, 
                          the title Arms and the Cow doesn’t appear at 
                          all in the Weill oeuvre. What does appear is Der Kuhhandel 
                          written in Paris 
                          in 1934 after Weill’s departure from Germany 
                          where he had become non grata. 
                          Like Arms and the Cow, this work is concerned 
                          with two conjoined states and an American arms dealer 
                          who in this version talks about WMD.  
                          So far as I know this work never made the stage 
                          in Paris 
                          but a version of it had a brief life in Britain 
                          as A Kingdom for 
                          a Cow. Whatever else, the music being played was 
                          certainly by Weill and, given its orchestration, it was 
                          a good job that the various roles were sung and played 
                          here by goodly sized operatic voices that also had much 
                          dialogue to convey. 
                          
                          The roles of young couple whose marriage is thwarted 
                          by their President's need to raise money, to pay for 
                          armaments, were superbly sung and acted by Mary 
                          Plazas and 
                          Leonardo Capalbo. The only 
                          problem was in clarity of diction and the heavy orchestration 
                          and loudness of the orchestra. In Venus, the 
                          cast was a clearly appropriate well-balanced mixture 
                          of operatic voices and those from the world of the Broadway 
                          musical. The latter would have stood no chance at being 
                          heard in this performance. Even big voiced seasoned 
                          campaigners such as Don Maxwell and Jeffrey Lawton, 
                          the latter revealing an unexpected facility in humour, 
                          could not always be heard clearly. As to the staging, 
                          well it was very opulent indeed. The production is shared 
                          with the Bregenz Festival, 
                          where producer David Pountney is artistic director, and with the Vienna Volksopper. If it were not shared in this way, the sets and 
                          various costume changes would have used up Opera North’s 
                          budget for a few seasons to come.
                         
                         Whether 
                          Weill would have recognised the Act II staging however, 
                          set in a bordello with transvestite drag queens fighting 
                          whores in the stalls at the start, I have my doubts. 
                          But then I also doubt if Leoncavallo would have recognised 
                          his Pagliacci in Opera North’s recent production 
                          which included the stage ‘audience’ at the comedia 
                          del arte players performance throwing paper darts, I 
                          certainly didn’t. No, what was presented here was far 
                          better in terms of sets and production and if we foget 
                          about the genre (and to a degree also Weill) what is 
                          on offer would not shame a Lloyd-Webber spectacular 
                          in the West End. Taken at that 
                          value it’s a damn good show. The large Lowry audience 
                          enjoyed it, particularly the topical jokes about stealth 
                          tax and British passports, and took it at face value. 
                          I suggest readers do the same as Opera North moves on 
                          to Newcastle, 
                          Hull, Sheffield 
                          and, finally, Aberdeen, 
                          the latter an entirely new venue for the company.
                         
                        The 
                          wandering minstrels of Opera North have been thwarted 
                          in their hope of a final presentation of this trio of 
                          works at their home base. With doomed inevitability, 
                          the £35 million work to the Leeds Grand Theatre is running 
                          late and even the tentatively scheduled start to the 
                          2006-7 season has now been delayed. The latest news is that next season 
                          will open on October 7th with a new production 
                          of Rigoletto featuring Rafael Rojas as the Duke, 
                          Giselle Allan as Gilda and Alan Opie as the eponymous 
                          jester. This will be followed by new productions of 
                          Peter Grimes, with the physically imposing Jeffrey 
                          Lloyd Roberts in the title role, and Poulenc’s 
                          La Voix Humaine, 
                          which has never been performed by Opera North. Given 
                          the security of their new home, with all its extra rehearsal 
                          and technical facilities, the Company can look forward 
                          to an even more exciting future than its distinguished 
                          past. Since it was tentatively spun out of English National 
                          Opera in 1978 it has brought many operatic gems to its 
                          audiences: I can look back on enjoyable opportunities 
                          of seeing many works outside the normal repertory such 
                          as Chabrier’s Le roi malgré lui 
                          and L'étoile, 
                          through to Cherubini’s Medea 
                          and Ponchielli’s Gioconda. Along the way have 
                          been Verdi’s first staged work Oberto and the 
                          rarely seen Giovanna d’Arco 
                          and Jérusalem. Add 
                          Rossini’s Thieving Magpie and heavyweights such 
                          as Boris and the fare has been rich and varied. 
                          With such imagination in repertoire, carried out under 
                          successive administrators and musical directors, from 
                          their new resplendent base, Opera North should bring 
                          to opera lovers of the North of England an even brighter 
                          future. 
                         
                         
                         
                        Robert J Farr