22 January 2013
Revealing gestures: the 'Opera Naked' team(Photo: Maddy Cannon)
Opera director Lynn Binstock turned a series of personal stories gleaned from interviews with singers into a revealing show that debunks myths surrounding opera singing, exposing the real-life trials and tribulations unfolding behind the scenes.
I have worked with opera singers for many years and although I thank my lucky stars I am not one of them, I admire them hugely for their talent, industry and courage. Yet most people have little understanding of what it involves, or why anyone would choose to do it. Our vision in creating Unexpected Opera’s Opera Naked was to change that by offering an intimate perspective on opera, so I interviewed 40-odd singers of varying ages and experience. The stories I heard were fascinating and inspiring, and the comments I got were often telling: ‘Singing is very personal, very open – so performing is almost like being naked.’
To lay bare the lives of opera singers with honesty, humour and great music, we put four emerging soloists together with Unexpected Opera’s resident comic. Opera Naked includes four life-stories with operatic performances deeply rooted in personal experience, and is peppered with verbatim material from the interviews. The first act explores the journey towards becoming an opera singer. The second looks at the professional world they inhabit, sharing ‘insider knowledge’ and intimate revelations.
What did the interviews reveal? Opera singers are not necessarily ‘posh’ or ‘cultured’. For some, becoming a singer was completely unexpected. Others, even from music-loving families, found that their career choice was not welcomed. Whatever their background, most had strong memories of singing as a child. Several abandoned serious study of other instruments to dedicate themselves to the voice. Others were drawn back to singing after working in non-musical fields, even when they had achieved considerable success.
Training to sing opera isn’t easy. Whatever your natural talent, it can take a good eight years to reach the starting line. Most difficult of all is establishing a solid vocal technique: it is terribly easy to ruin a voice. The wrong repertoire or a bad habit quickly leads to trouble. Moreover, voices change over time as they develop and are as individual as their owners. Since they can’t hear themselves as others do, singers are dependent on teachers and coaches throughout their careers. Larger, ‘dramatic’ voices aren’t fully developed until the singers are in their thirties or even forties.
Most fascinating of all was how many interviewees described their need to sing opera as an addiction. They can’t give it up, and although it causes them a good deal of personal torment, it also provides their moments of greatest exhilaration and happiness. But what is the drug? Some think it is the pure physicality of singing. Others talk about the stimulating mix of rational technique and emotional engagement. Many focused on the intense pleasure of connecting with audiences. Generally, they spoke with fervour about their love for the characters, the drama, the poetry and the music itself.
The audiences at Opera Naked clearly loved hearing the personal stories – there was much hilarity at our ‘awful auditions’ sequence. A healthy portion were under thirty, and new to opera; many admitted to being surprised and delighted that they could relate to the music in the context of the singers’ lives, even when sung in different languages. There was plenty of feedback, and the following is a typical audience response: ‘What I liked best was the intimacy ... how the actors and actresses told true life stories, and the variety of different operas (a great insight for a novice opera-goer!).’
Opera creates castles of the imagination, but it requires real work. Singers struggle to earn a living while training and to cope with the lack of career-structure, but the hardest struggle seems to be with themselves. Learning about one’s voice – its strengths and weaknesses, where it truly lies, how to let it soar – is profoundly connected with learning about one’s self.
Opera Naked was born of a desire to challenge stereotypes and contribute to a better understanding of opera. It is also partly a reaction to programmes like Popstar to Operastar and to the ‘opera stars’ who use microphones and have never performed a full role onstage. Above all, however, it is my love-letter to singers, and to opera itself.
Lynn Binstock is artistic director of Unexpected Opera. While pursuing a freelance career in the UK, USA and Germany she was head of staff directors and artistic administrator of the Jerwood Young Singers Programme during her 12 years at ENO. She has also been engaged as an associate and assistant director at the ROH and Scottish Opera.
The hard sell
22 November 2012
Nice branding? Angela Gheorghiu in the Royal Opera’s ‘World Stage’ campaign
Cut the hype and concentrate on satisfying the customer. That’s the advice that Yehuda Shapiro would like opera houses to take on board in their bid to attract audiences.
Writing for a magazine like Opera Now is a joyful way of feeding my opera habit. But it doesn’t give me unlimited access to press freebies and it doesn’t pay the mortgage ... so I keep my day job as a marketing consultant and commercial writer, fixating on conveying relevant messages to the right target audience.
Early in October, leaving London for a client meeting in Surrey, I was confronted by a stonking great poster at Waterloo Station. Emblazoned with a torn condom packet and the words ‘DON GIOVANNI. COMING SOON’, it was an ad for English National Opera. A fleeting schoolboy smirk probably crossed my face, but I didn’t think much more about it – apart from wondering how much public money had funded this attempt to collar Waterloo’s 350,000 travellers a day.
Then, the carefully orchestrated media scandal broke – giving ENO some kind of a bang for its many marketing bucks (and, pace the poster headline, more of a bang than Don Giovanni gets in the entirety of Mozart’s opera).
Mediawatch-UK declared that the ad ‘contributed to the hyper-sexualisation of society’. In response, ENO’s spokesperson trilled: ‘We wanted an eye-catching ad to promote the opera. We came up with this idea which we think is brilliant, funny and captures the idea of Don G in a witty way.’ Well, yes, sexual desire and its consequences drive the plot of Don Giovanni and, yes, it’s a dramma giocoso, but swathes of it are neither sexy nor comical, and ‘Non mi dir’ (even if the soprano is Katherine Broderick) can try the most committed opera-lover’s patience. In the end, any cool and funky newcomers enticed by ENO’s other autumn shock tactic – Undress for the Opera, endorsed by Damon Albarn – might feel disappointed by a show which, in the words of the Guardian’s critic Tim Ashley (usually adept at searching out juicy Freudian subtext), was ‘indifferently received when it was new’ and ‘remains an oddly chilly experience, hampered by moments of theatrical intransigence’.
Like Don Giovanni, that much-courted ‘new audience’ could remain frustrated, and thus unlikely to return, while some of the loyal operatic audience – proverbially middle-aged and middle class – would have found the marketing rumpus alienating. No doubt, as good communications professionals, the team at ENO will produce some positive follow-up research to quote at us.
Despite the Coliseum’s best efforts, that cheeky poster would never mean much to the vast majority of passengers at Waterloo – that’s known as ‘wastage’ in marketing circles. At least, though, it was leveraged for publicity purposes. But what of the posters the Royal Opera House likes to plaster around the Tube, featuring ‘surprising’ and spectacular photos of operatic luminaries? It’s all very classy (and decidedly no-expense-spared), but, last season, how many harried commuters twigged that the raven-haired lady in red on the diving board (diver/diva, geddit?) was none other than Angela Gheorghiu? I knew it, of course, but I also know that you don’t just pick up a couple of tickets for a Gheorghiu night. What, then, was the poster aiming to do? (Objectives are another marketing obsession.) It was telling us that the Royal Opera House is A World Stage. So there you are. Nice branding, as they say in Marketing Week.
When it comes to selling seats, an opera house’s website is surely now its most potent tool. Opera fans everywhere must have thanked the gods when roh.org.uk was updated earlier this year. The old site condemned you to the purgatory of a virtual ‘waiting room’ at busy periods and it was hell to check ticket availability for a show unless you already knew exactly when it was on.
While Covent Garden’s new site is considerably more user-friendly, I encountered a couple of glitches when booking for a December performance of Meyerbeer’s Robert le diable (notorious for its ‘Ballet of the Nuns’). For instance, it was a turn-off to be gruffly informed that 2013 performances were ‘NOT ON SALE’. Why not the more tempting ‘BOOKING OPENS ON ...’?
I wrote a polite email to the box office with some constructive suggestions. That was back in July. My follow-up email in August brought a polite response saying that my previous missive must have disappeared into a spam folder and that someone would get back to me. As I write, it's nearly November and there has been no news from Floral Street. Never mind that I'm published in Opera Now and know a little bit about how to sell things, what matters is that I am a paying customer. Even if the customer isn’t always right, real marketing is about keeping him satisfied. As far as I’m concerned, Meyerbeer’s dancing nuns have got their work cut out.
Jubilee Opera presents new Lord Nelson show this weekend
16 November 2012
Hip-Hip Horatio! is a new music theatre work by Michael Hurd, staged by Jubilee Opera this weekend (17 and 18th November).
Specially chosen to suit the mood of the Jubilee and Olympic Year, this entertaining and dramatic piece charts Admiral Lord Nelson’s life and achievements. The music is lively and engaging, exploring songs of different genres in the choruses and, with a narrator and solo parts, allowing opportunities for cameo roles and a number of choreographed dances.
Jubilee Opera, based in Suffolk, works with children and professional practitioners from different areas of performance art, aiming to give opportunities for young people to work together on music-theatre productions of an extremely high quality. Thirty-four children have been selected to participate in Hip-Hip Horatio! together with a group of seven professional instrumentalists. The production will be preceded by semi-staged traditional and modern sea songs and shanties sung by children from local primary schools with a number of solos and ensembles performed by senior members of Jubilee Opera Chorus.
The Conductor is Timothy Henty, music director on several of Matthew Bourne’s celebrated ballet productions at London’s Sadler’s Wells. The director is Frederic Wake-Walker, who has just directed Julian Philips opera The Yellow Sofa, currently on Glyndebourne Tour and seen at the Royal Opera House’s Lindbury Studio.
Hip-Hip Horatio! is intended as a stepping-stone for younger members of Jubilee Opera in anticipation of the company’s special Britten Centenary production in 2013. This fully staged Jubilee Opera production will combine excerpts from Britten operas and vocal music to create a dream journey through childhood, reflected through the eyes of the tenor soloist, sung by Alan Oke. Performances will take place on 9 and 10 November 2013 in Jubilee Hall, Aldeburgh.
Hip-Hip Horatio! takes place in Aldeburgh's Jubilee Hall, Suffolk, on Saturday 17 November 2012 at 3pm & 6pm, and on Sunday 18 November 2012 at 3pm
Shooting from the HIP
17 September 2012, London, UK
‘Are you sure this is authentic?’ Perm State Opera’s ‘historically informed’ Così fan tutte(Photo: Anton Zavyalov)
Historically informed performance (HIP) and the quest for so-called authenticity in music are often just an excuse for bloodless singing, badly tuned strings – and at worst, indicative of a cultural crisis in modern society. Robert Thicknesse calls the Early Music zealots to account.
Interviewing people can be pretty dull, but I remember with intense pleasure speaking a few years ago to a well-known maestro and exponent of ‘historically informed performance’ who reserved all his venom, not for the old-timers whose criminal ways with ancient music he had been sent by heaven to correct, but with his immediate contemporaries and Early Music competitors – a ‘failed choirmaster’ here, an ‘incompetent flautist’ there (names provided on request). It turns out that ‘HIPworld’ is as riven as the liberation movements of Iron Age Judea, with internecine hatreds way stronger than anything directed at the supposed common enemy.
What does ‘authentic performance practice’ really mean? On examination, it’s a literalist, dogmatic view of unknowable facts, what might have happened in the 16th, 17th or 18th centuries, espoused with fundamentalist intolerance and fervour (and of course in several mutually exclusive versions). Certainly, some by-products of this pursuit have been worthwhile (who could regret the rebirth of lutes and harpsichords?) and we must admit the wholesale rediscovery of Handel’s operas could hardly have happened without the HIP gang. It’s cute, though, that the movement has provided a home for many a singer without a voice and fiddler without a tone.
The downsides of historical performances of opera are pernicious, from the regiments of hooting pantymen countertenors and pre-sexual white-voiced sopranos to the general campery of the whole thing. In Russia recently – a place until lately happily free of this curse – the current HIP superstar,Theodoros Currentzis, took time out from turning Mozart’s Così fan tutte into a freakshow to explain gravely to me how he and his band would down tools in rehearsal to dance a candlelit sarabande, ‘to get them in the mood’. Very possibly they are stitched into their 18th-century knickers with bone needles too, like the thesps at the Globe Theatre.
The justification for all this – the loving recreations of old instruments, the wilfully over-literal interpretation of manuscript markings, the vicious Wars of Religion about the correct articulation and placing of the cadential appoggiatura and trill, the peculiar postures adopted by Baroque violinists – is that (as maestro opined) ‘it sounds bloody good’. But does it really? It is a badly kept secret, of course, that anyone who plays on period instruments has a well-used copy of Thomas Beecham’s 1959 Messiah on their shelves, the full-fat delight their souls crave as antidote to the knit-your-own yoghurt sounds they produce. You only have to listen to Jon Vickers singing ‘Comfort ye’, and Jennifer Vyvyan’s ‘How beautiful are the feet’ to realise what HIP has lost. Of course Handel would have loaded on these harps, triangles and whatnot if he could; of course he would have used the most muscular singers of the day, not etiolated specimens who would blow away in a moderate breeze.
The main objection to this neurotic hunt for ‘authenticity’ is deeper and more serious. When Mozart rescored Messiah in 1789 he did it to remake Handel in the taste of his time. A huge shift in sensibility had occurred in a few decades, and Mozart incarnated it: he didn’t insist on beating people up with messianic views on ‘what it was supposed to sound like’ – and you can bet he was happy to use modern instruments too, not the moth-eaten old things poor Handel had to make do with.
Beecham, Boult, Stokowski and Dorati were all following Mozart’s lead: they were performing old music (and newer music too for that matter) within the aesthetic of their own time. The greatest indictment of HIP (and its relations in other artforms, which basically amount to over-restoration: directors’ cuts, sandblasted buildings, overscrubbed paintings) is that in the name of ‘good taste’, it actually points to a void at the heart of our culture: lacking our own taste, lacking our own aesthetic, lacking the confidence to make comparative value judgments, spiritually emasculated by moral relativism, we fall back on factitious reconstructions of the past and fantasies of purity. Cowardice is the enemy of art, and this is the purest form of artistic cowardice.
From the October 2012 issue of Opera Now magazine. Click here to order your copy today!
Win a pair of tickets to Scenes from an Execution at the National Theatre!
12 September 2012, London, UK
Fiona Shaw takes the role of artist Galactia in Howard Barker’s darkly humorous and provocative play.
Commissioned to paint a vast canvas celebrating the triumphant Battle of Lepanto, the free-spirited Galactia creates instead a breathtaking scene of war-torn carnage. In her fierce determination to stay true to herself, she alienates the authorities and faces incarceration...
Set in sixteenth-century Venice, Scenes from an Execution by Howard Barker is a fearless exploration of sexual politics and the timeless tension between personal ambition and moral responsibility, the patron's demands and the artist's autonomy.
Opens 27 September. Tickets from just £12.
For bookings, call 020 7452 3000 or visit www.nationaltheatre.org.uk/execution
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