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Opera Pulse |
By Steven Tietjen |
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Recital, Metropolitan Opera, New York, 30. Oktober 2011 |
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Jonas Kaufmann’s Met Recital – Review
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New York, NY - When we are bombarded daily by vapid music videos,
computerized auto-tune, forgetful elevator music, and pop music with lyrics
from the 99-cent or less bin, it is easy to forget the music’s timeless
purpose: communication. In a world where music is “enhanced” by extravagant
video effects, numbing amplification, and marketing to the lowest common
denominator, it is a pleasant system shock when a singer has the talent and
confidence to present their soul with nothing separating them from the
audience but space. In mainstream music, we have Adele whose raw and
imperfect voice sails over the two-dimensional, monotony of her auto-tuned
contemporaries. Opera singers aren’t amplified at all, but the theatrical
atmosphere, dramatic situation, sets, costumes, and orchestras naturally
create a fourth wall, making the audience member more of a voyeur than a
participant in the emotional discourse.
On October 30, the stage of
the Metropolitan Opera house was stripped of its usual gargantuan grandeur
and pared down to just three things: a pianist, a singer, and a wooden shell
to aid in the projection of sound. Jonas Kaufmann, who excels in the spinto
and dramatic tenor repertory worldwide, put aside the Wagner and the Puccini
to give the New York audience a refreshingly direct, honest, nuanced, and
nostalgically old-fashioned Lieder recital. His partner in music was the
sensitive and poetic pianist Helmut Deutsch.
Yes, Jonas Kaufmann is
attractive: dark, Roma-like features, warm, piercing eyes, and an endearing
and easy smile. And that’s all I will say about that, for while Kaufmann’s
good looks have undoubtedly aided his career, they are only a small part of
the equation of his success. The star of this recital was his luxurious,
satin tenor. Some choose to describe the onxy-tinged power in his lower and
middle voices as “baritonal,” but it is in fact the mark of a true spinto
tenor. His voice is crowned with an effortlessly powerful and round top.
Threaded to a faultless technique and professional confidence, Kaufmann’s
voice has all the right ingredients for superb storytelling.
Unfortunately, the monotonous recital program chosen by Mr. Kaufmann did not
take full advantage of his nor Mr. Deutsch’s nuanced artistry. The four sets
of Lieder by Liszt, Mahler, DuParc, and Richard Strauss were stuck on the
same harmony: Romantic melancholy, lush textures, long phrases, expanded
adagios, that blended into two hours of indistinguishable languor.
Thankfully, Kaufmann and Deutsch never wandered into the type of saccharine
self-indulgence that such music can fall victim to. They provided us with
direct, organic interpretations of these little vignettes, subtly reminding
us that a Lieder recital should be an enhanced poetry reading.
The
Liszt songs, given the infrequency with which they are performed, were
indispensable. Kaufmann’s handling of the treacherously high tessitura of
“Am Rhein, im heilign Ströme,” was a lesson in emotional exposure through
technical mastery. Liszt certainly lends himself to histrionics, but
Kaufmann has enough raw talent to rely on that he need not resort to
exaggeration to communicate effectively. The songs by Henri DuParc, on the
other hand, should have been replaced by songs by Bizet, Capet, Poulenc, or
even Milhaud! They are beautiful pieces, but there was enough familiar
repertoire on the program which afforded the risk of something more
adventurous than yet another “Chanson triste.”
Mahler’s Fünf Rückert
Lieder was the highlight of the recital. Kaufmann’s sultry tone contains the
right of amount of tears and sadness to enliven Mahler’s ubiquitous
melancholy with something more engaging than “I am sad.” The achingly long
lines of “Ich atmet’ einen linden Duft,” and “Ich bin der Welt abhanden
gekommen,” cascaded through the Metropolitan Opera house. Kaufmann’s gentle
pianissimi are something to marvel at, especially in a male voice of such
unashamed power and virility. No one caresses consonants with as much love
and intention as Jonas Kaufmann.
Having recorded nearly 30 of
Strauss’s Lieder for a 2006 recital album, Kaufmann seemed most at home in
the Lieder by this composer which closed the recital. As in the Mahler,
Kaufmann’s voice savored Strauss’s marvelously long and stratospheric
phrases. Unlike the Mahler, and every other set, Kaufmann and Deutsch
offered a variety of songs ranging from the charming and humorous
(“Schlechtes Wetter,”) introspective and tender (“Morgen,”) and passionately
tempestuous (“Heimliche Aufforderung and Cäcilie.).
Despite the lack
of variety in repertoire, one must applaud Kaufmann’s confidence and cool
security in this repertoire. In a day where dilettantism is misnamed as
versatility (Hello, Anna Netrebko and Renee Fleming), it is a rare pleasure
to see and hear an artist whose love and diligence can project over the
footlights and give warmth and humanity to a house as cavernous as the
Metropolitan Opera.
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