Music
More than a yard of tickets to the Proms!
The central duet between the Dutchman (Egils Silins) and Senta (Anja Kampe) was gripping in it's horrific and seemingly inevitable progress between cursed mariner and his potential saviour in this evening's revival of Wagner's "Romantic opera" Der fliegende Holländer at Covent Garden. At the end of 140 minutes of continuous music drama I felt I had been guided expertly through an emotional mangle.
I find it difficult to know what to make of Der fliegende Holländer: composed around 1840 and first performed in 1843 in Dresden, audiences clearly found it challenging at the time. It is a fully completed work but it leaves me somewhat perplexed 150 years later. Perhaps the best explanation - if one is needed - is that Wagner the artist and Wagner the person were both searching. The actual stormy sea crossing which Wagner attributed as the inspiration was just the trigger which helped him write out his wanderings in a form of an opera of a mystic legend. Der fliegende Holländer appeared nearly twenty years before Gounod's “Faust”, that I saw a few weeks ago. They're comparable because they are both about a metaphysical bargain based on myths, but Charles Gounod's “Faust” comes over as a far less radical score despite the later date; that's an indication of just how progressive was the thinking of the young Richard Wagner.
Royal Opera’s production of Gounod’s “Faust” should come with a warning: it beguiles you, opens you up and then packs a series of precision punches in the last act, just like Méphistophélés in the story. The programme warns just about the single gun shot near the end of Act II.
Charles-François Gounod’s “Faust” is one of the grand operas. it’s also the opera of the Faust story that is most often performed. It’s grand in the sense of long, grand in scope because it deals with the big and universal themes of life and death, love and betrayal, and grand because the cast is the soloists, chorus, extra chorus, actors, acrobatic dancers and ballet dancers. It’s not a cheap ticket either but it’s worth it, certainly this Royal Opera production from 2004 is worth it.
Quite a change from the Albert Hall last night: I went to St Andrews church, Greystoke, near Penrith, Cumbria, for the last night concert of the Greystoke Music Festival.
Glorious string sound from the Pittsburgh Orchestra in the big tunes of Tchaikovsky’s Symphony No. 5 was a pleasant surprise after the interval in tonight's Prom. This followed the Pittsburgh Orchestra's rather stiff accompaniment to Hélène Grimaud’s mawkishly tragic interpretation of Beethoven’s Piano Concerto No. 4 which echoed her renowned performance at the Prom of 11th September 2001, when the Proms played on, as in World War II,
Read more: Prom 68: Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra & Hélène Grimaud
Here are some views of The Proms that you don't see on the BBC.
The gradual convergence of the audience as you walk from South Kensington or High Street Kensington tube stations.
The typically British picnicing on the steps of the Albert Memorial.
And of course the queue to Prom in the arena.
