Whoever advertised this performance struck gold: this was one of the best attended shows I’ve ever witnessed at Wigmore Hall. Though the Colossus of Rhodes or the Pharos was planted firmly in the seat in front of me I couldn’t find a convenient seat to upgrade to without bothering someone. But the Pharos1 was very polite and self aware and leaned to the left (Tower of Pisa, then) – we were on the end seats – so I could actually see 2/3 of the stage, which included the singers and the bassoonist (yes, there was a tenor-bassoon duet!).
Mary Bevan soprano
Benjamin Hulett tenor
James Platt bass
Christian Curnyn director | Early Opera Company (Choir included)
George Frideric Handel (1685-1759)
Concerto Grosso in G major
William Boyce (1711-1779)
Excerpts from Solomon
George Frideric Handel
Alceste is incidental music with a lot of contribution from the choir and in my case it proved incidental to a good nap. For whatever reason, perhaps because it started with the concerto and because I wasn’t familiar with the Boyce piece, I was lulled into this cocooned state of semi consciouness.
When Hulett and Bevan duetted I had that thought one sometimes entertains of what would an alien make of this if s/he/it dropped in. A bunch of people intently watching two other people on stage make tuneful oooo, aaaa sounds with others coaxing a slightly different kind of sound from wooden boxes of various shapes and sizes. But to what end? the alien might soon zero in to the crux of the matter. And a good explaination, judging by the rapt faces, may be to lull the people in attendence. Nefarious or farious, that would remain to be determined after further investigation. Might the alien subject itself to this experiment?
I don’t necessary recommend pursuing this train of thought too diligently, as I ended up dozing and incorporating the stage action in said flights into delta state. Case in point, when Hulett recited along the lines of …and he rose from below! with the choir rising from below/behind the harpsichord2 to deliver a hearty Handel part, I also rose, and an image similar to this flashed through my mind:
I was convinced the action was taking place at the bottom of the sea. Of course. It must be The Enchanted Island effect. You might think I’m being unnecessary silly but shouldn’t we be truthful about the effects of music on us?
The singers were fine. I remember Hulett as the Oronte from that very fine Alcina from Moscow. His tone is good for Handel but as you well know by now, I like more colour in the voice. Bevan sounded to me particularly mezzo-ish here, perhaps due to the rather low lying parts of what she had to sing and also the way she attacked the acuti. Platt has been someone I look forward to hearing since his very entertaining stint as Caronte in the 2015 ROH Orfeo. Here he sang with gusto and that burnished bass tone as well, both as part of the choir (his biggest part) and as a soloist. The orchestra – Baroque bows aplenty, solid bassoon action and very fun trumpet interventions – sounded velvety.
A while ago a blogger who specialises in London trails liked my post about ‘giardiniera where I talk at some length about South Ken/how to get to RCM. I thought it might be a good idea to take some pictures for readers possibly unfamiliar with London, pictures illustrating how I get to Wiggy or St George’s etc. (you can click for biger views)
- It was only after I noticed the handy (or bummy?) cushion that I remembered the Pharos had sat in front of me before, but at a show where I upgraded to the right). Wiggy is the kind of place where you do end up seeing familiar faces after a while. ↩
- It’s always fun to see 20+ people crammed on the Wiggy stage. I see with pleasure that this trend continues to be joyfully pursued. ↩
‘Tis the season for Messiahs. In keeping with Handel’s original score and the size of Wigmore Hall, this one was done with an 8 person choir which was joined by soloists during Hallelujah and for the grand finale. That’s a choir who worked hard for their money. They blended beautifully and kept a very pleasant individuality of sound.
Sophie Bevan soprano
Hilary Summers contralto
Allan Clayton tenor
James Platt bass
Andrew Griffiths director
Early Opera Company
The whole thing was well oiled and everybody was on. Maestro seems to have gone for gentleness, which was most constantly adhered to by Summers, who was especially moving during He was despised and rejected. But for me the best bits in Messiah are the bass parts. Platt went heroic (within Baroque limits) and rocked the coloratura in an almost flashy (meaning vivid) manner during Why do the nations so furiously rage together. Who doesn’t want to be a bass when listening to The people that walked in darkness? His diction was so good I could understand every word from the last row. Bevan started quite loud and as a consequence turned the choir’s volume up a few notches, but dialed it back to match the size of the hall in the very next bit. She went on to achieve a number of beautiful moments during the night. Clayton was also fine though I’m not the biggest fan of the tenor part in this.
As I was saying, the choir was the star and shone in each of their many numbers. The show was sold out and the atmosphere festive. It was so pleasant, I found myself balancing between emotional and cocooned throughout. It could have only been better had they handed out mince pies in the lobby 😉
Happy Christmas/Holidays to all 🙂