In his long
booklet essay Peter Blaha relates the circumstances surrounding
the premiere of this staging of Don Carlo. Obviously there
were influential factions in the audience who strongly disliked
the choice of conductor. German Horst Stein was no unknown
quantity in the house; he had conducted there since 1963
but only in repertory performances. Now he was being entrusted
a premiere – and an Italian work at that. After the performance
he was greeted with “a torrent of boos” as Volksstimme
put it. Hearing the performance, which has only recently
been dug out from the archives of the Austrian Radio, it
is hard to understand this reaction. He may not reveal hitherto
unknown depths in this marvellous music but he has a firm
grip on the proceedings. He understands Verdi’s intentions
and from the start creates the somewhat autumnal atmosphere
that runs through the score. Listen to the horn melody of
the prelude, so finely executed, which functions as an aural
backdrop to the scene that follows. Very often, at the more
lyrical passages, he holds back and scales down, as if he
wants to say: “Listen to the beauty of the scoring and the
melody!” The prelude to Filippo’s great monologue (CD2 track
7) is a moving example, very restrained with a wonderful
soft cello solo, but the agitation within Filippo is there
as an undercurrent, leaving us in no doubt that this is
not an idyllic episode. So far from being an over-genial
performance the tragedy and the drama are always in the
forefront and time and again Stein underlines and punctuates
important lines. He is very well served by the choral and
orchestral forces of the Vienna State Opera in as well-balanced
a recording as is possible from a staged performance. On
sonic grounds it can be safely recommended as being more
or less on a par with studio efforts from the same period.
What can let it down for some listeners is the unavoidable
presence of stage noises, but they are seldom very irritating.
Due to movements around the stage the soloists can vary
in presence but in the main that isn’t a great problem either.
So far so good, then. And when it comes to the solo singing
there can be hardly any reservations at all. I will come
back to the singing within a paragraph or so, but first
a few words about the opera itself.
Don Carlo
(or Don Carlos as it then was) was written in French
in five acts and first performed in Paris in 1867. Seventeen
years later Verdi revised the work for Milan, reduced it
to four acts by cutting the first act, removing the ballet
music and also revising some passages. It was also translated
into Italian. This is the version, more or less, that was
used for this Vienna production. In 1886 Verdi also prepared
a five-act version in Italian, but it was not until the
late 1950s that this version was regularly performed. The
original French version also appears now and then (Pappano
in Paris 1996, also recorded) and most recently Vienna State
Opera in 2004, conducted by Bertrand de Billy, so complete
that it contains music that not even Verdi heard (recorded
on Orfeo C 648 054 L). Listening to the present recording
with the five-act libretto (Orfeo don’t provide the texts)
I noted a cut in the last act duet between Elisabetta and
Carlo. The finale is performed in the version revised for
Vienna in 1932 (obviously not by Verdi) which simply cuts
the final pages so that the ghost of Charles V never appears,
robbing the opera of something of its mystery.
Accepting these
edits one can comfortably sit back and enjoy one of the
most formidably sung performances imaginable. Reading the
cast list shows that even the smallest parts were given
to world stars in the making. So the voice from Heaven is
the very young Judith Blegen and Tebaldo is sung by Edita
Gruberova, still singing at the State Opera 35 years later.
There is also an impressive trio of basses, the same three
actually who sang these parts on Solti’s recording made
a few years earlier. Tugomir Franc, whom I first encountered
as a characterful Ferrando on a Concert Hall recording of
Il trovatore in the mid-sixties, is a sonorous and
rather youthful Friar. Nicolai Ghiaurov, although Bulgarian
is probably the best “Italian” bass since Pinza and has
rarely been better. He sings his big monologue with ravishing
beauty and deep feeling. It is almost excessively slow but
the tension never slackens, thanks to both Ghiaurov and
Stein. Elsewhere Ghiaurov is just as good. He is noble of
voice in the duet with Rodrigo in the first act and sings
gloriously in the third act scene with Elisabetta. Before
that, in the scene with the Grande Inquisitore, we are vouchsafed
the most spine-chilling mental combat between giants. The
world’s two greatest basses here inspire each other to surpass
themselves vocally and interpretatively. Martti Talvela,
enormous both physically and voice-wise, is the most dangerous
Inquisitore imaginable, grand of tone, younger-sounding
and so even more of a threat than usual, growling, snarling,
hissing. No wonder that Filippo’s words when the Inquisitore
leaves: Dunque il trono piegar dovrà sempre all’altare!
(So the throne must always bow to the altar!) are more horrified
than ever. This scene, miraculous as music-drama in itself,
is reason enough to own the set.
Eberhard Waechter,
who had a long and important career and became co-director
of the Vienna State Opera until his death in 1992, was a
lively actor and had a great voice. He may not be ideally
Italianate but he portrays an idealistic hothead, simmering
with suppressed anger at injustices, occasionally being
over-emphatic but in the main singing gloriously. His act
3 aria Per me giunto and the following death scene
(CD3 tracks 2-3) are very moving.
In the title
role we hear Franco Corelli in what turned out to be his
last production at the Vienna State Opera. He displays his
well-known vices and virtues: occasionally scooping up to
notes and sometimes making show-pieces of his numbers by
demonstrating his ability to make those marvellous diminuendos.
He is also intense and dramatic and the sheer glory of his
voice is often something to revel in. In the first act duet
with Elisabetta he sings with great feeling (CD1 track 9).
The last act duet, or what is left of it, also offers much
sensitive singing.
On the distaff
side Shirley Verrett makes a tremendous Princess Eboli,
having recorded the five-act version with Giulini for EMI
just two months earlier. Here, under live conditions, there
is an even deeper identification. She sings a magnificent
O don fatale (CD2 track 12), to my mind surpassing
every other recorded version I have heard. It is indeed,
as Peter Blaha says in his notes, “one of the mysteries
of the city’s operatic life that after this initial run
of eight performances, she never returned to the State Opera”.
And Gundula Janowitz, to the record buying public and on
international stages mostly known for her Mozart, Wagner
and Strauss, sang a range of Italian roles in Vienna. Her
Elisabetta also goes to the top of the list. She sings seamlessly
long lines and is in total control of her beautiful voice.
Her pianissimos are ravishing but she also shines through
the orchestral web in gleaming fortes. I have always held
Caballé’s Tu che la vanità on the Giulini set to
be the touch-stone recording but now I will probably turn
to Janowitz’s version just as often (CD3 track 5).
I hope my enthusiasm
for this set shines through. To sum things up I would go
as far as to say that this is probably one of the most important
“historical” issues from a not so distant past. Not only
die-hard Verdians but all serious opera lovers should give
it a try, irrespective of how many versions of this ever
fascinating opera they already have. The Giulini set, at
present in the “Great Recordings of the Century” series
on EMI Classics, is of course hors concours, but
the singing on this Orfeo set is on the same level and in
several instances even better.
Göran
Forsling