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AND HEARD INTERNATIONAL RECITAL REVIEW
Munich Opera Festival 2008
(1 and 2) :
Two Song Evenings (Beethoven, Schumann, Mahler, Wolf /
Handel, Haydn, Mozart) :
Dorothea
Röschmann
(soprano) & Graham Johnson (piano) /
Vesselina Kasarova (mezzo) & Charles Spencer (piano).
Munich Opera Festival 2008, Prinzregententheater,
Munich, 2.07.2008
/ 19.7.2008 (JFL)
I had heard both of them before, but I really only
became aware of Dorothea Röschmann and Vesselina
Kasarova when I saw them together as Vitellia and
Sesto in the Harnoncourt/Kušej Salzburg production of
La Clemenza di Tito.
Amid an excellent cast (also including Michael Schade,
Elena Garanča, and Barbara Bonney) they stood out for
their remarkable singing and even more intense acting.
Now, as part of the Munich Opera Festival 2008, I saw
both within a few weeks in a Liederabend.
That Röschmann enjoys Lieder is obvious. But
whether her robust voice, with that thick center and
strong, controlled vibrato, is as well suited for them
as it is for opera remains questionable. Dramatic
moments that demand plenty power – including those
that there are in songs – sound wonderful. But a light
and natural, clear Lieder-voice is not so
easily coaxed out of that vocal material.
That affected her recital on July 2nd at
the
Prinzregententheater to the extent that Mahler and
especially Hugo Wolf (his songs being more dramatic
stuff than most others’) came across very nicely;
Beethoven and Schumann less so. Beethoven’s “Freudvoll
und leidvoll” and “Klärchens Lied” (both from Egmont,
op.84), and op.83/1 (“Wonne der Wehmut”) underscored
the perception that this was going to be a good
evening if one attended to hear Röschmann’s voice
restored to full glory, and less so if one only wanted
to hear an example of the art of the Lied. For
Mignon and The Flea song from Faust (“Es war
einmal ein König”, both from op.75) she very agreeably
opened up that voice, instead of giving ‘channeled’
operatic cream. In any case, all Beethoven songs – too
rarely performed for my taste – were good to hear.
In Schumann’s Frauenliebe und Leben, both
the open and the concentrated vocal style were
observable. Sometimes the switching, purposeful or
not, achieved wonderful effects. But it wasn’t until
three of Mahler’s songs from “Des
Knaben Wunderhorn”
were offered that the potential of
Röschmann’s voice came to the fore.
“Das irdische Leben”, “Wo die schönen Trompeten
blasen”, and
“Lob
des hohen Verstandes”
were full of character and bloom. And accompanist
Graham Johnson, who otherwise pleasantly tinkled
through the songs, gave his very best of the evening.
Seven Mörike-Lieder of Hugo Wolf crowned her
recital – as did the encores Mignon II (Wolf)
and Selbstgefühl (Mahler again) – where
melodiousness and dramatic talent melded together to
great effect.
Meanwhile Vesselina Kasarova’s “Song Evening” on the
19th of the same month was a bit of a
misnomer: only three actual songs were on her program,
and most listeners would probably have traded those
Mozart ditties in for more opera arias, too – even if
“Abendempfindung” offered a premonition of Beethoven’s
Adelaïde and might well be Mozart’s best effort
in that genre.
The evening raised the question whether one aria alone
might be worth attending a whole recital. Kasarova and
Handel answered that in the affirmative with the
Ariodante aria “Scherza infida in grembo al drudo”
from Act II. It was a highlight and would have been
one, even among other highlights. Absolutely terrific
on every account, exceptionally dramatic, an
electrifying sense of contained power, restrained yet
raw.For these wonderful minutes, Kasarova was a female
Orpheus.
Next to that, the Handel arias “Dove sei, doce mia
vita” (Ottone, Re di Germania), “Bella sorge la
speranza” (Arianna in Creta), the scene from
Haydn’s Arianna a Naxos, and two Mozart arias
from Lucio Silla and Idomeno were
curiously pale. Kasarova’s sound was very throaty,
strangely distant, seemingly expressive yet without
being expressive of anything in particular. Often the
text was unintelligible and she sounded as if she had
a chestnut in her mouth. Altogether an odd – though
oddly fascinating – experience that every so often
revealed a marvelous dark hue in that voice of
indefinable, ambivalent character. The encore of the
Sesto aria (Deh, per questo istante solo) sent
waves of cheers through the Prinzregententheater
bleachers, but even that could not touch the very
special Ariodante-moment.
Jens F. Laurson
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