The Curtis Institute Orchestra comes to London on Friday
Fans of youth orchestras have a chance on Friday to hear one with quite a difference. It's the orchestra of the Curtis Institute from Philadelphia and, most unusually, they're on tour. Curtis is the Philadelphia music school celebrated for having trained what's often called the "crème de la crème" of young musicians. They're coming to London, playing at Cadogan Hall. The programme includes Strauss's Ein Heldenleben and Peter Serkin is the soloist in Brahms's Piano Concerto No.1 - this phenomenal American musician is another all-too-rare visitor to these shores. Osmo Vänskä conducts. Book here.
I was just wondering what to do about all this (I can't go as I'll be away seeing a person about a recording) when in popped a message from Matthew Rose, King Marke and Baron Ochs extraordinaire, himself a Curtis alumnus. Here's his call to attention:
Matthew Rose
On Friday May 26th, the Symphony Orchestra of the Curtis Institute takes to the stage at Cadogan Hall, London. It's an event I highly recommend you to attend. As in, this is one of the greatest concerts you could hear all year.
"But what is this Curtis Institute?" I hear you cry. Well, it's probably the greatest music college on the planet. The place that probably trains more of the solo pianists, violinists, orchestral concert masters, principal clarinettists, Met Opera singers, composers, and conductors than any other institution in the world. From my time studying there alone, Lang Lang, Yuja Wang, and Jonathan Biss are at the forefront of pianists; the concert masters of Vienna Philharmonic, Atlanta Symphony, Met Opera Orchestra, Minneapolis Symphony, Indianapolis Symphony and soloists with every reputed orchestra. Juan Diego Florez is the most famous of the swaths of singers who have trained there; Leonard Bernstein, Samuel Barber, Lukas Foss, Jennifer Higdon some of the most adorned composers etc.
It is an amazing place.
Founded by Mary Louise Curtis Bok in 1924, on the advise of Leopold Stokowski, Curtis was formed to train the exceptional, exceptionally. A music school of 170 students, only enough instrumentalists for a full seating of a Symphony Orchestra, 25 singers, undergraduate and graduate, whom train and perform 5 fully staged operas a year and a handful of pianists, composers, organists and conductors. A place where tuition is aimed at people reaching their own (world leading) potential in technical ability through the best teaching and then having the chance to utilise that in limitless performance opportunities, be it individually, orchestrally with the world's best conductors or in chamber music and opera.
"So why have I never heard of this Curtis then?" Well, Curtis has existed only to train the exceptional exceptionally and hasn't had, until recently, an agenda to do anything else but that. A recent gift of $55m from out-going chairman of the board Nina Von Maltzahn to specifically spread the word of Curtis and allow tours like this present one to happen has changed that.
Curtis's Lenfest Hall. Photo: Tom Crane
Curtis was initially housed in adjoining mansions on Rittenhouse Square, the sparkling jewel of Philadelphia's urban spaces. In 2011 a new Lenfest Hall more than doubled the footprint of the school, housing a world class orchestral rehearsal space, teaching rooms and all the amenities needed for youngsters embarking on the most demanding of professions.
Again, it is a remarkable place.
I had the extreme good fortune of attending Curtis from 1998 until 2003. I arrived as a complete novice with barely the ability to sing an octave and left ready enough to join the Young Artists Programme at The Royal Opera, feeling completely ready, through my amazing education, to at least stand in the shadows of the world's great singers on that most amazing stage. My education was as thorough and comprehensive as I could ever imagine; singing lessons every week in New York with the best teacher I could choose (no faculty for voice, just limitless options), language and musical coaching with top professionals on a daily basis, singing roles in 21 operas, weekly visits to the Met, Carnegie Hall, and best of all, a free ticket to hear the fabulous Philadelphia Orchestra every Saturday evening.
I went from someone who had barley been to a symphony orchestra concert, to someone ready to sing with those orchestras in five years. I feel so privileged to have had all this, and do you know what, it was all for free. Mrs Curtis Bok's initial endowment has grown and been supplemented by time, enthusiasm and massively generous and deserving support and philanthropy.
If you are free on Friday, try and get to Cadogan Hall. On stage will be 100 of the finest musicians you will ever hear, and the average age will probably be 20. 20 year olds playing with ability and commitment rarely heard.
Curtis really is amazing. Go find out for yourself.
Farewell? Renée Fleming as the Marschallin.
Photo: ROH Catherine Ashmore
When Der Rosenkavalier turns into a piece for our own times, you know two things: first, the director has a classic production in the making; secondly, we ourselves are in a lot of trouble.
Robert Carsen's staging at the Royal Opera House sets the action in the year Strauss composed the work, 1911. The empire is imploding in slow motion. Arms dealers are the moneyed arrivistes. Violence simmers under the surface, sometimes explodes. The Field Marshall's palace boasts crimson walls and giant, imperial-era paintings. Outwardly, all is elegance, beauty and shiny show, the Marschallin choosing Klimtesque gowns from a fashion parade and a troupe of "house-trained dogs" drawing oohs and ahhs (especially the bulldog and the borzois); and the silver rose is massive, not only a ton of silver but full of crystal sparkles. It's an artificial rose of the future, set against the living, delicate but doomed red ones the Marschallin cradles and sniffs. For underneath there lurks "degeneracy": a brothel-load of prostitutes in Schiele-like revelations, an Octavian who knows a lot more than he lets on, and sexual danger looming around Sophie from Ochs's troops (Sophie nevertheless startles her father and the importunate Ochs with new-found defiance). The palace reveals doors within doors within doors; every level conceals another.
Matthew Rose as Baron Ochs and Sophie Bevan as Sophie
Photo: ROH Catherine Ashmore
But this is a world on the brink. As the Marschallin delivers her reflections on the passage of time, a shudder of recognition goes through us. She is talking not only about ageing, but about the world itself, about everything that surrounds her. Yes, this is Renée Fleming's likely farewell to London's operatic stage, and yes, the Marschallin is no spring chicken, however fabulous she looks and sounds. The implications are much wider, though. At the end the place disintegrates, showing us the battlefield horrors of World War I - and soldiers aim a gun at a drunken child named Mohammed. The veracity of this imagery hits home so hard that one becomes fearful in earnest for where we are all going now. Remember, historical fiction isn't only about the past; its task is to be about today.
Big plaudits, then, to Carsen and his designers Paul Steinberg (sets) and Brigitte Reiffenstuel (costumes). The lighting is by Carsen and Peter von Praet. Musically, too, this performance couldn't be much more memorable if it tried; even if not every singer precisely matches every listener's ideal, the quality of insight, the excellence of the singers and the chemistry between them could scarcely be bettered.
Fleming's Marschallin is the incarnation of olde-worlde glamour. Her voice still has its amber-mellow beauty, if perhaps scaled down from its full glory, and her singing communicates with profundity accentuated by its directness and poise. As Octavian, Alice Coote brings oodles of character to her tone as well as her acting; this lad is awkward and stiff in army uniform, yet abrupt liberation follows in Act III when, dazzling in drag in a brothel, he/she displays a startling understanding of how to tantalise and torment the justifiably muddled Ochs - and whether Octavian has learned all this from the Marschallin or acquired it elsewhere is perhaps a moot point. Sophie Bevan as her namesake sounds warm and golden rather than cool and silver, yet her high notes at the presentation of the rose seem to reach heaven itself.
Matthew Rose's Ochs is no mere bumpkiny boor, but a powerful man out for a good time that doesn't please those around him and tramples - Trumples? - over societal norms with disruptive relish. It's almost impossible not to feel vaguely sorry for him as "Mariandel" delivers him her nasty dose of over-worldly Viennoiserie. Luxury casting for Annina and Valzacchi in the shape of Wolfgang Ablinger-Sperrhacke and Helene Schneiderman, as well as Faninal - the many-dimensional voice of Jochen Schmeckenbecher.
The greatest magic of all: Andris Nelsons, red-shirted, open-armed and open-hearted, unleashing the music and letting it fly out of the orchestra's players, hushing the levels for Fleming and allowing the visual marvels to be cradled in a sensual richesse of sound.
It's hard to believe that this could be Fleming's farewell - but then, there's a lot that's hard to comprehend right now. She may be departing together with our golden age of opera. That's a topic for another time, but reinforces an important message: let's never forget we were lucky enough to have and hear this.
On a lighter note, a special little plaudit for a startling appearance in the onstage band of two characters that apparently reference "Geraldine" and "Josephine" from Some Like It Hot. A very endearing anachronism.
Meanwhile I may get up in the night and stop the clocks.
I am running a new occasional series of exclusive star interviews on JDCMB. Here is the first... Matthew Rose takes centre stage, appropriately enough, in the Royal Opera's new production of Der Rosenkavalier - and it's not going to be a pink, fluffy one. The British bass talks to me about Baron Ochs, Bottom and Brexit...
Matthew Rose rehearsing for Der Rosenkavalier, with Helene Schneiderman as Annina. Photo: Catherine Ashmore
If I’ve arrived at the Royal Opera House
stage door expecting the kindly, bearded presence of a King Marke, I’m in for a
surprise. The new version of Matthew Rose instead boasts sideburns, a hefty moustache
and a military demeanour. The British bass may be as imposing as the Wagnerian monarch he sang last summer at ENO, but today he is still virtually in character from ongoing intense
rehearsals for Covent Garden's new Der Rosenkavalier. Singing
Baron Ochs, he remarks, settling into the tallest chair we can find, is “like
doing seven operas at once”.
“Robert
Carsen, our director, said just now that Baron Ochs is probably the most
brilliant character ever invented in opera, with such bravado and such belief
in himself,” Rose declares. People often see Ochs as a bit of a buffoon, he adds, but it’s not
necessarily so: “He speaks French and Italian, he knows about the world, he’s
very educated – but he happens to act in a way that is very different from
everyone else in Vienna. He’s from a house in the middle of nowhere where he
can behave as he wants, so that’s what he does and he comes to Vienna thinking
he can get away with it there too: meeting his bride-to-be, with the
Marschallin, who’s his cousin, he just says exactly what he wants to say. This
staging has him as a soldier as well, though, so there must be some kind of
discipline there. And he’s very entertained by himself. He’s a very entertaining
character.”
Matthew Rose, with the former look
Entertaining the opera may be, and Ochs
with it, but this time we can expect something a little edgier on stage. “I’ve
done the role just once before, in Chicago, so I was trying to get all the
words into my head,” Rose says. “That was a very traditional Rosenkavalier, very fluffy. Many of the
productions you see are fluffy, very pink and lovely. This isn’t like that.
This is definitely not fluffy.”
Carsen has set the production in 1911, the
year of the opera’s composition, rather than the Mozartian era envisaged by
Richard Strauss and his librettist Hugo von Hofmannsthal. “It’s pre World War
I, pre change of everything, Austria before everything went tits-up there: a
very important time both historically and artistically,” says Rose. “It fits in
very well with how things are here.”
Indeed, the primary purpose of historical
fiction is arguably not only to explore a bygone era, but to reflect back
crucial elements of our own through its prism – and this opera is no exception.
Rose has little doubt that “things here” are about to go very tits-up indeed.
On the morning the Brexit decision was announced, he made for Westminster with
a takeaway coffee, expecting a demonstration in protest to materialise. He was
astonished when it didn’t. “Why are we allowing this to happen?” he growls. “Brexit
is going to ruin this country in a way I think people don’t understand. I don’t
see how anybody could think any good could come out of it.”
Rose as Sparafucile in the ROH's Rigoletto
Photo: Johan Persson/ROH
At a recent press event Alex Beard,
chief executive of the Royal Opera House, explained that Brexit has already hit
the organisation hard because of the fall in value of the pound: the cost of
paying many people in other currencies has risen 20 per cent. “It’s obvious how
it’s going to affect us in the arts – it puts everything in peril that we do,”
says Rose. “Our industry is in a terrible situation. This opera house thrives
on people coming in and out internationally, very freely and easily, and doing
things often on a very ad-hoc basis. Who knows what’s going to happen to that,
and who knows what the pound is going to do? All these knock-on effects… In the
US Trump can be voted out after four years, but I think the UK is in worse
shape, as we’re stuck with the referendum result forever.”
Rose has a foot in both countries: he has been living more or less in
mid-Atlantic, between New York and Blackheath, south-east London, for some
years. Though he grew up in Seaford, five miles down the road from
Glyndebourne, he came to the idea of professional singing relatively late.
“Singing has always been part of my life,
though I didn’t take it seriously at first,” he says. “In my last year at
school I was singing in the choir, but there were lots of other people doing
things seriously and I wasn’t one of them. A new music teacher arrived at the
school and he was the first person who suggested to me that I might consider
becoming a professional opera singer. I’d never even thought about it before.
Then I went to university at Canterbury and Benjamin Luxon and his wife were
there and they took me to the next step.”
As Bottom in Glyndebourne's production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Photo: Robert Workman
Attending a summer course in Italy, he met
Mikael Eliasen, artistic director of the Curtis Opera Theatre at the Curtis
Institute, who invited him to Philadelphia to audition. He spent five years
there, though at first, he remarks, “it was quite embarrassing. I think I went
in the same year as Lang Lang. He went in being already this world-class star
and I was starting from scratch, so it was quite an intimidating situation.”
The department was relatively small, with
around 25 singers, yet put on five operas a year, Rose recounts – a preparation
for stage life more hands-on and intensive than most. His teacher was Marlena
Malas, who was based at the Juilliard School in New York, and whom he still
consults. “I had my lessons every Monday at five o’clock, looking straight
across to the Met,” he remembers, “and whenever I did something wrong, she’d
say: ‘Do you wanna sing thereor not?’”
He certainly did, especially after he
started attending performances every week after his lesson. “The Met has always
been a shrine to me,” he remarks. “Now I do two or three operas there a season
and it’s a wonderful family to be part of. There are lots of friends around,
people in the orchestra with whom I went to college, and I feel very at home there.”
His most recent Met stint was as Leporello
in Don Giovanni: “Leporello is my favourite role in the world,” he declares.
“He’s an amazing character. Da Ponte wrote some of the greatest librettos in
history – as did Hofmannsthal – and Leporello’s journey through the opera,
especially the second half, is just miraculous.”
After five years at Curtis, Rose felt “ready
to go out and have a career”. Back in London he auditioned, and was accepted,
for the Jette Parker Young Artists Programme at the Royal Opera House. Next
thing he knew, he was on stage with Angela Gheorghiu, Roberto Alagna and Bryn
Terfel in David McVicar’s production of Faust. “At that point you have to up
your game,” he considers, “and there’s no better way to do it than standing on
stage with these people.”
Rehearsing the ROH's La Bohème. Photo: Yuri Vorobiev
Coming back to Covent Garden some 14 years
later, he notes, it is hard to shake off the association – “up to a point I’m
still ‘Matthew Rose who was on the Young Artists’ Programme…’” But now he has
travelled full circle and himself coaches the young singers on the scheme:
“It’s a nice role reversal. I feel so grateful for things that have been passed
to me. We all absorb these things that we distill within ourselves and
hopefully can pass them on again. I’ve done lots of teaching these past few
years and I really enjoy that.”
To various teaching activities, Rose adds a
strong commitment to the Blackheath Concert Halls near his London home: “I’ve
been heavily involved in activities there for ten years – we’ve done wonderful
community projects, started a children’s choir and have a new children’s opera
commissioned for next year from Kate Whitley. I’d love to be part of making it
into a really wonderful centre for the arts in south-east London, though of
course it’s easier said than done…”
Another favourite London location is the
Wigmore Hall: here he sings Schubert’s Winterreise
in February 2017. And then there’s Schwanengesang
a few months later at Carnegie Hall, New York. “How lucky am I to do that!” he
remarks. “Schubert was my first great passion that really got me into singing,
when I went to a Schubert Day at the Royal College of Music in his bicentenary
year, 1997.
“I love Lieder, making music with one
pianist, being in control of what one wants to do – whereas in opera one is
told by many people what to do. And I love orchestral concerts. Of course I also
love being on stage, but you’re compromising so much when you sing opera:
you’re trying to do 17 different things at once and you’re rarely going to be satisfied.
But I love standing there with an orchestra, making music. At the end of the
day, I’m a musician and I love to make music. And if there’s a bit of acting or
being a bit silly involved,” he adds, “that’s OK.”
Rose certainly has risen to fame with in
roles that are comic, yet with an undertow of complexity: “I’m quite a silly
person, so being on stage being silly comes quite naturally,” he suggests. Besides
Leporello, he has been particularly lauded as Bottom in Britten’s A Midsummer
Night’s Dream, at Glyndebourne and beyond; he will be singing the role at a new
Aldeburgh Festival staging by Netia Jones in summer 2017. He is a long-standing
devotee of Aldeburgh, having attended many courses there as a student and
nursing a passion for the musicality and dramatic excellence of Britten’s
operas. “Bottom in particular has been very good to me,” he notes.
One does sense, though, that underneath
there is little about this perceptive and down-to-earth artist that is remotely
silly. Even golf is a serious matter for him: “It’s not for unwinding,”
he says. “It’s something I love to do well and in many ways it is like singing:
concentrating hard, switching that concentration on and off.”
As for his dream roles that remain, those
aren’t so silly either. “I’d love to have a crack at Philip II,” he says.
“Gurnemanz in Parsifal will hopefully happen next year, and certain other
Wagnery things would be nice… But I’m having the most incredible year at the
moment, doing Leporello, Bottom and Baron Ochs, and the song recitals. I
probably ought to retire after it! What I’ve done so far has far surpassed
everything I ever dreamed of and I’m so lucky to have done what I’ve done. If I
stop now, I’ve had a very nice time and a very nice career and maybe it’s time
to go and have a very nice sleep.”
Now he really is being silly, or so one
hopes. There is the whole of Der Rosenkavalier
to look forward to, with a dream cast and Andris Nelsons in the pit: “There’s
no one classier in the world than Renée Fleming,” Rose enthuses. “Alice Coote
and Sophie Bevan I know very well, and it’s nice to be reunited with Jochen
Schmeckenbecher [singing Faninal], who was in the first opera I ever did as a
student in Philadelphia – it was The
Magic Flute, I was a priest and he was Papageno.” As for Nelsons, “The
orchestra sounds unbelievable with him. He’s got it all. This is the hardest
role I’ll ever do,” he adds, “and everyone’s being so nice to me. It’s a huge
honour and I’m very grateful for this situation.”
Curtain up is this Saturday at 6pm: and the
appropriately-named Rose is set to be a cavalier of a whole new kind. Beg,
borrow, or ninja a ticket.
Der
Rosenkavalier, Royal Opera House, from 17 December. Book
here.
