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15.12.24

#ClassicalDiscoveries: The Podcast. Episode 007 - The Christmas Edition, "Xmas Beyond Bach"


Welcome to #ClassicalDiscoveries. Here is a little introduction to who we are and what we would like to achive at the first (or rather "double-zeroëth" episode). It still bears mentioning every time, that your comments, criticism, and suggestions are most welcome, of whatever nature they may be. Now here’s Episode 006, where we are talking about Miklós Rózsa. Namely, purportedly, about his concert music, but it is hard not to constantly veer back onto his film music like a careening chariot:





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Vince Guaraldi
A Charlie Brown Christmas

Capriccio, 2023

13.12.24

#ClassicalDiscoveries: The Podcast. Episode 006 - Miklós Rózsa beyond Ben Hur


Welcome to #ClassicalDiscoveries. Here is a little introduction to who we are and what we would like to achive at the first (or rather "double-zeroëth" episode). It still bears mentioning every time, that your comments, criticism, and suggestions are most welcome, of whatever nature they may be. Now here’s Episode 006, where we are talking about Miklós Rózsa. Namely, purportedly, about his concert music, but it is hard not to constantly veer back onto his film music like a careening chariot:





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Miklós Rózsa
Overture, Hungarian Serenade, Tripartita
German State Philharmonic Rheinland-Pfalz, Gregor Bühl
Capriccio, 2023

Dip Your Ears: No. 276 (Flashback to Gabriela Montera's 2008 “Baroque”)



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Baroque Album
Gabriela Montero
EMI 5 14838-2 [53:07]
rec. Studio 1, Abbey Road
June-July 2007]
2008

Gabriela Montero: “Baroque”


You’d never know Gabriela Montero’s latest album, Baroque, was issued by EMI Classics. If, that is, you had bought this album when it came out, in early 2008, when EMI still existed. It’s now in the Warner/Parlophone catalogue, not in print, but easily available. But it was notable then, that there was no trace of the venerable company’s red logo to be found and that the words “EMI Classics” could only be tracked down in the fine print. Gabriela Montero and her musical gifts were marketed more like a Diana Krall or a keyboard-playing Shakira would have been, than a classical musician. The caringly produced packaging looks looked like it might contain anything but a Scarlatti sonata. .

That’s not all that misleading, though, because the contents don’t much resemble the composers or pieces listed on the back. Bach’s Prelude, Handel’s Sarabande, or Gaspar Sanz’ Canarios et cetera are but the inspirations for Mme. Montero’s improvisations. In the liner notes, printed on the back of a folded poster of this most enchantingly looking and loving mother of two girls (she endearingly calls them her “most successful improvisations”) she goes to surprising length to stress that the performances heard on this disc are indeed improvised on the spot and not based on anything but the mentioned, familiar baroque tunes.

Apparently she thinks improvisation such a dated or dying art that people cannot anymore “understand and believe the inexplicable mystery of free improvisation”. Anyone who has ever played an instrument, though, will find there is nothing either inexplicable or mysterious about letting the fingers play what the mind hums. It’s sort of a way of ‘insta-composition’ without the fear of (musical) consequence and judgment. I, for one, faked my way through countless piano practice hours in boarding school by improvising, instead of practicing the prescribed piece (no doubt rather poorly, though very much “free”).

The beauty of this is that if the fingers can translate ably (not a question with as fine a pianist as Gabriela Montero), then we can figure out - and hear - what is going through the improviser’s mind. In the case of Mme. Montero this is apparently a happy mélange of moderately jazzy doodling, Windham Hill, and the kind of determinedly pleasant hotel-lobby pianism around Christmas time. .

Since the favorite themes (Albinoni’s Adagio, Vivaldi’s Four Seasons – piece by piece, an errant Scarlatti sonata, various slow movements from Bach and Handel) are all faultlessly pretty and lovely, there is little she can do wrong with the material in her interpretations or improvisations. Sometimes there is even what the ear would consider a distinct improvement over the original. Take her Pachelbel Canon, for example, where she rescues this unbearably trite piece by making it nearly unrecognizable and adding notes of actual musical worth. Or try the hootin’ and barn-stormin’ Handel-“Hallelujah” episode – putting the grove back into (the) Messiah. (It sure beats the misguided ritual of standing up at seemingly every second concert during Christmas time and, come the chorus, roaring along with the rest of the audience.) A few times the music is merely ‘modded’ to meet a common denominator of “pretty”. Other pieces, like Vivaldi’s Winter, receive extensive treatment and are little improvisatory Jazz-gems. If you were to cross an idling Glenn Gould with a melancholic Keith Jarrett, infused with the mood of red-and-green M&M’s… Perhaps you get the idea. .

Baroque is not notable for its (top notch) pianism, nor the intensity or depth of the musical material. But it is notable for how unabashedly gorgeous it sounds. And for how suitable this CD seems to introduce neophytes to classical music in the least intimidating way imaginable – while still offering quality fare, instead of the horrid schlock that is so often marketed as “classical entry crossover”. (I won’t say “The Five Browns”, “Il Divo”, or “Sarah Brightman”, but you are welcome to think it.) .

And if you don’t think of this as a ‘high-brow classical CD’ (late Beethoven String Quartets these pieces ain’t) – just like it does not look like one – then you might believe me that I mean it as a compliment when I say that this CD offers, among other things, near-ideal background music. For the Holiday Season – and well beyond. For considerably more profound improvisations, meanwhile, you might like to listen to Montero’s fine 2006 release, Bach & Beyond.




12.12.24

#ClassicalDiscoveries: The Podcast. Episode 005 - The Program Directors or: How to keep Audiences away from Concert Halls


Welcome to #ClassicalDiscoveries. Here is a little introduction to who we are and what we would like to achive at the first (or rather "double-zeroëth" episode). It still bears mentioning every time, that your comments, criticism, and suggestions are most welcome, of whatever nature they may be. Now here’s Episode 005, our first 'Special Edition' with a guest: Christoph Becher, former director of the RSO Vienna (and many more things), with whom we talk about programming decisions and Arnold Schoenberg:





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L.v.Beethoven via Mahler
Symphonies et al.
German State Philharmonic Rheinland-Pfalz, Michael Francis
Capriccio, 2024

11.12.24

#ClassicalDiscoveries: The Podcast. Episode 004 - Beethoven vs. Mahler


Welcome to #ClassicalDiscoveries. Here is a little introduction to who we are and what we would like to achive at the first (or rather "double-zeroëth" episode). It still bears mentioning every time, that your comments, criticism, and suggestions are most welcome, of whatever nature they may be. Now here’s Episode 004, where we are talking, about the "Retuschen" that Gustav Mahler made to Beethoven's symphonies:





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L.v.Beethoven via Mahler
Symphonies et al.
German State Philharmonic Rheinland-Pfalz, Michael Francis
Capriccio, 2024

22.10.24

#ClassicalDiscoveries: The Podcast. Episode 003 - Music Behind the Wall


Welcome to #ClassicalDiscoveries. There is a little introduction to who we are and what we would like to achive at the first (or rather "double-zeroëth" episode). It still bears mentioning every time, that your comments, criticism, and suggestions are most welcome, of whatever nature they may be. Now here’s Episode 003, where we are talking, at some length, about Classical Music in the GDR, who some of its great conductors where (with some of my favorite recordings), what it meant to be an artist growing up in the GDR... and we touch on some GDR composers that have become completely forgotten:





21.10.24

Notes from the 2024 Salzburg Festival ( 9 )
A Masterclass with Malcolm Martineau

Salzburg Festival • Young Singers Project • Malcolm Martineau • Egor Sergeev


Singers, Soon to be on Stages Near You

A Masterclass with Malcolm Martineau and variously ripe vocal talent


What do we learn while attending a publically held master class, actually? The real work of such a class – again with the scottish accompanist-extraordinaire Malcolm Martineau at this year's Young Singers Project of the Salzburg Festival – takes place well before the final concert, behind the scenes. The subsequent 15 minutes with each singer, in front of a decent audience in the University's lecture hall, is really just the tip of the iceberg. Young singers sing and Martineau will find something to nudge into a preferred direction. A little faster here, a little slower there. A phrase a little closer to the meaning of the text, please, a vowel turned from bright to dark. Thank you very much, next.

But even in this limited amount of time, there's quite a bit that can be revealed. Mostly about the character of the person holding the masterclass, rather than the students. Some singers have been rather infamous for revealing themselve as unpleasant species, when they couldn't even (or especially) keep their arrogance or nastiness in check while operating in front of an audience. That would make Malcolm Martineau a superbly endearing, angelic speciment of his kind, just relatively speaking. But he speaks and nudges and teaches with what seems a genuine kindness, a passion, a goofy wit. Charming, gentle, nifty. He praises, only to then suggest a little change. There is no correction that is not accompanied by something postiive. And he gets the audience to giggle (cherishing the humorous effect of his words), but never at the young singer's expense. They tend to giggle along, when he comes up with a clever simile or, for vividness' sake, exagerates a mannerism.

The registers were nicely mixed, hardly by accident. The quality varied. A late-starter of a tenor sounded rather demure (not in the meme-sense). There was a willing bass (who had already shown some of his potential in a Mozart matinee with Ivor Bolton), and a sympathetic Soprano who, alas, was too loud across the board and of whom one hopes the she doesn't give too much of her, too early. Between these registers there was Tamara Obermayr to discover: A surprisingly ready, stage-secure mezzo, with a generous but never dull lustre to her voice – part velvet, part smokey quartz – who delighted with Fauré. She probably need not worry about the bit where Martineau criticized her delivery as "too beautiful". Surely something can be done about that.

And then there was Egor Sergeev. I was tempted to just pack up this russia-born baritone with his gently-french timbre, and put him on the next stage. A tall drink of water, a lanky with natural charme, he has got a hint of Gérard Souzay in his voice, the physique of a young Bo Skovhus, and somethign of the charisma of Yannick Nézet-Séguin (oddly). Made for the theater! His voice blossomed brightly and lightly, with beauty across the entire register, and plenty strength as he sang Tchaikovsky's lovely (superficially simplistic) "Otchego". Martineau visibly enjoyed working with such attractive raw material and audiences are bound to enjoy it, too, and probably very soon!




Kritikers Notizbuch: Martineaus Meisterkurs bei den Salzburger Festspielen


Meisterkurs • Martineau • Malcolm


Sänger von denen zu hören sein wird!

Malcolm Martineau und verschiedenartig gelagertes Gesangstalent


Was lernt man bei einem öffentlichen Meisterkurs? Die eigentliche Arbeit einer Meisterklasse – dieses Jahr beim Young Singers Project der Salzburger Festspiele wieder mit dem Schottischen Liedbegleiter Malcolm Martineau – findet ja davor, hinter den Kulissen statt. Die 15 Minuten pro Sänger die daraufhin in der Universitätsaula stattfinden sind da nur die Spitze des Eisberges. Es wird vorgesungen und Martineau findet etwas zu kritisieren; man singt hier ein bisschen schneller, dort langsamer, betont eine Phrase textnäher, formt einen Vokal von Hell zu Dunkel. Wunderbar, Danke, der Nächste bitte.

Aber auch in dieser beschränkten Zeit zeigt sich einiges. Zum Beispiel blitzt ein bisschen vom Charakter des Meisters oder der Meisterin auf. Gerade einige Sänger waren ja berühmt-berüchtigt dafür, sich als unangenehme Zeitgenossen zu entlarven, wenn sie nicht einmal (oder gerade vor) Publikum ihre Arroganz oder Bösartigkeit zurückhalten konnten oder wollten. Nicht nur vergleichsweise ist das Malcolm Martineau ein liebenswertes Engelchen; charmant, witzig, behutsam, keck. Er lobt, um dann eine Verbesserung vorzuschlagen; kein Korrigieren ohne nicht auch aufmunterndes zu sagen. Er bringt die Zuschauer oft zum Lachen (und genießt das auch), aber nie auf Kosten der Sänger… die oft genug mitkichern, wenn er einen witzigen Vergleich zieht oder, der Anschaulichkeit wegen, einen Manierismus übertreibt.

Die Stimmlagen waren, wohl nicht zufällig, gut gemischt. Die Qualität unterschiedlich. Ein feiner Spätstartertenor der noch etwas brav klingt, ein bemühter Bass (der schon in einer Mozart Matinee zeigen konnte, dass Potential in ihm steckt), eine sympathische aber dauerlaute Sopranistin, bei der man sich hofft, dass sie nicht schon zu früh zu viel gibt. Zwischen diesen Lagen Tamara Obermayr, eine schon erstaunlich fertige, Bühnensichere Mezzosopranistin die mit samtigem aber nie dumpfen Schmelz in der Stimme – zu gleichen Teilen Samt und Rauchquarz – in Fauré entzückte. Wenn Martineau moniert, es sei „zu schön“, dann muss man sich wohl keine Sorgen machen: Dagegen kann man etwas tun.
Und dann war da noch Egor Sergeev. Den in Russland geborenen Bariton mit dem zart-französischen Timbre hätte man am liebsten gleich eingepackt und auf die nächste Bühne gestellt. Ein Riesenlackl von Bursche, in der Stimme etwas von Gérard Souzay, die Physis eines jungen Bo Skovhus, von der Ausstrahlung etwas vom Charm eines Yannick Nézet-Séguin, scheint er fürs Theater geradezu geschaffen. Hell und sanft blühte seine rundum schön und kräftig klingende Stimme in Tschaikowskys „Otchego“ und Martineau hatte sichtlich Freude an der Arbeit mit so attraktivem Rohmaterial. Wir auch bald. [04.08.2024]