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"Francesco, son of Nicolò Foscari, was born in 1373. He was nominated a member of the Council of Ten in 1399, and, after holding various offices of state, elected Doge in 1423. His dukedom, the longest on record, lasted till 1457. He was married, in 1395, to Maria, daughter of Andrea Priuli, and, en secondes noces, to Maria, or Marina, daughter of Bartolommeo Nani. By his two wives he was the father of ten children—five sons and five daughters. Of the five sons, four died of the plague, and the fifth, Jacopo, lived to be the cause, if not the hero, of a tragedy. "

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The younger of the "Two Foscari" was a man of some cultivation, a collector and student of Greek manuscripts, well-mannered, and of ready wit, a child and lover of Venice, but indifferent to her ideals and regardless of her prejudices and restrictions. He seems to have begun life in a blaze of popularity, the admired of all admirers. His wedding with Lucrezia Contarini (January, 1441) was celebrated with a novel and peculiar splendour. Gorgeous youths, Companions of the Hose (della calza), in jackets of crimson velvet, with slashed sleeves lined with squirrel fur, preceded and followed the bridegroom's train.

Jacopo had everything which fortune could bestow, but he lacked a capacity for right conduct. Four years after his marriage (February 17, 1445) an accusation was laid before the Ten (Romanin, Storia, etc., iv. 266) that, contrary to the law embodied in the Ducal Promissione, he had accepted gifts of jewels and money, not only from his fellow-citizens, but from his country's bitterest enemy, Filippo Visconti, Duke of Milan.

Three years went by, and once again, January, 1451, a charge was preferred against Jacopo Foscari, and on this occasion he was arrested and brought before the Ten. He was accused of being implicated in the murder of Ermolao Donato, who was assassinated November 5, 1450, on leaving the Ducal Palace, where he had been attending the Council of the Pregadi.

Innocent or guilty, he was sentenced to perpetual banishment to the city of Candia, on the north coast of the island of Crete; and, guilty or innocent, Jacopo was not the man to make the best of what remained to him and submit to fate. Intrigue he must, and, five years later (June, 1456), a report reached Venice that papers had been found in his possession, some relating to the Duke of Milan, calculated to excite "nuovi scandali e disordini," and others in cypher, which the Ten could not read.

The other Venice: I DUE FOSCARI i Vienna.

I DUE FOSCARI by Giuseppe Verdi. Different from La Gioconda in many ways. Verdi's music sings of the waters surrounding Venice, the production tells of a cruel world filled up with torture and the unlucky souls caught up in the power games of the Counci of Ten. The lauded Fairness of Venice is that even a son of the current Doge can be caught in the web. Fairness, they call it, and pity as cruel verdicts is given both father and son Foscari. 

La Gioconda is a Venice of later centuries than the story of the two Foscari. Whether or not Jacopo Foscari is guilty his treatment is too cruel to be fair. To our eyes Torture is never acceptable and we should never be willing to trade that truth. In the century of Foscari torture was used often, but was it thought acceptable then? Due Foscari had a lot of torture going on onstage. I hated that, but it was not put there on a whim, it was telling the story. I am just not a fan of cruelty onstage but even more do I object to the cruelty of torture and courts of law where the law is followed in such a way that it is a mockery of human lives and their sanctity. It is an important lesson but are we willing to see it as it happens now somewhere on the planet and work against the ills of our world.

Arturo Chancun-Cruz was able to justice to Jacopo Foscari, singing as a god as Jacopo was tortured on stage. That must have taken a lot of will power. Behind the scenes and onstage people must have really been learning a lot of safety features unssen by the audience as all that torture happened.

Davinia Rodriguez as Jacopo's wife, Lucrezia Contarini, had so many different palettes of sounds. In the end she would win the audience heart. The hardest role was hers and she was amazing.

Placido Domingo as the old Doge Francesco Foscari. Unhappy father and now he was to lose his last son. The implacable enemy wanted all Foscaris gone and dealt with and with the power of the Council of Ten in his hands he had the power, The Doge dies utterly unhappy with no shame spared. Loredano  uses a mock pity is used to knife his victims. 

Foscari has not yet drawn fully his last breath before the new Doge in crowned. Loredano' justice has been served.

I DUE FOSCARI is a masterpiece just like La Gioconda. The story of Foscari is part of the history of Venice. La Gioconda is a story that happens to be in Venice.

Venice in two different operas, La Gioconda and I Due Foscari.

The music in both La Gioconda and I Due Foscari is just wonderful. The productions could not be more different. In Deustche Oper Berlin's La Gioconda the scenography and costumes was just breathtakingly beautiful. The beauty of the original scenography from the very first premiere of La Gioconda was so beautiful it was difficult to get inside opera the opera. Theater an der Wien's I Due Foscari had another problem, the ugliness of torture was all too much to handle as it was right in your face.

The solution was in both cases to have the best singers that sung and acted superbly. What ever the beauty or cruelty that was to be seen we had in both cases directors who knew what they were doing. The director managed to create with these excellent singers the web of relations between individuals that create the feeling of truth. 

Hui He was La Gioconda, she was truely La Gioconda, and a great La Gioconda, too. Very unlike Violeta Urmana's La Gioconda from Paris Bastille, but the was a completely different production. Hui He was the right choice in this production. As her mother, La Cieca, we had Dana Beth Miller and she owned her role. Like in Paris Marcelo Alvarez was Enzo Grimaldi. I found him even better in Berlin. He was marvellous in Paris, but in Berlin better. Lado Ataneli was a great Barnaba. Ante Jerkunica was a young and splendid Alvise. Marianne Cornetti was Laura, wife of Alvise and rivale to Gioconda for the love of Enzo.

La Gioconda is a street singer who profoundly loves two persons, her mother and Enzo. La Cieca is Gioconda's blind mother, a devoute woman who loves her child, La Gioconda. Enzo Grimaldi is a Prince that Alvise has outlawed. He loved Laura but Laura was then married to Alvise, against her will. Now he is the lover of La Gioconda. But he stills loves Laura and La Gioconda believes him just to be a young sea captain. Barnaba and Alvise are the villains. Barnaba is the spy for the inquisition and works for Alvise but mostly for himself. He fancies himself in love with La Gioconda. This "love" does not care that La Gioconda loaths him and he is willing to kill La Cieca because she is in his way, or so he thinks. An obsession to possess La Gioconda is driving him. There are no layers in him. He is simply evil. Alvise is one of the leaders of the Inquisition in Venice. He thinks that killing his wife when it is believed and almost proven that she has been adulterous will cleanse the stain to his honor. Alvise is in many ways just like Barnaba just richer and more powerful. Laura Adorno is married to Alvise, she does not love him. Finding out Enzo is there, in Venice, makes her reckless when she should know how dangerous Alvise can be. 

Enzo Grimaldi is no hero. He is faithless to La Gioconda. He creates dangers for Laura Adorno. There are no reason here, only feelings. He almost kills La Gioconda in a rage that is all about Laura, and then when Laura is heard and then seen and he understands La Gioconda has saved Laura, then it is "fanciulla santa". The change seem to take just seconds. 

Love Tosca, love Puccini and I am in Berlin (2014-01-18)

Saturday January 18th, 2014.

It is Winter now. Cold and sometimes safer to travel by air than to travel on ground when part of the road goes by mountains. White road, white snow falling making the road sometimes hard to see. Then add into that the cold, hurling winds,  and slippery road, it can be dangerous. The bus has chaffeurs that understand how to get forward quickly and safely. 

I arrived Gardermoen airport at the appointed time and the flight with Norwegian Air Shuttle was on time and so I was in hotel room by 1130. I was a bit sloppy with finding out how to get from my hotel to the opera house and restaurant so that was a bit harder to come directly to the Deutsche Oper Berlin. So that is not a mistake I will do again, I hope. I got my tickets and then straight to restaurant Don Giovanni where I ate a Pizza Don Ottavio. It was OK, it was better last time I was here. I think I saw Daniela Dessi in the restaurant but I could be totally wrong. Then off to the opera and Puccinis Tosca.

There is this idea that one can see too many performance of one opera. Then there is perfection like on Saturday January 18, 2014 in Deutsche Oper Berlin. This is on of the classic productions that will never be tired, especially when it has been rehearsed so well that it seem to be real here and now. Marcello Giordani was a wonderful Mario Cavaradossi, perfectly sung and acted. Tatjana Serjan was just so right in this role, Tosca was in her bones and airs. Sergey Murzaev was just the perfect Scarpia. 

Sergey Murzaev was the perfect Scarpia. Only hardened Thomas Hampson fans would be disappointed by Murzaev. This was a smooth, good-looking Scarpia who just occationally let the inner demon out. His minions looked more intimidating than Scarpia himself. But Roma knew of his reputation. Marcello Giordani made his Mario Cavaradossi a much more noble, politically savvy and screwd mind than most tenors give the role. Tatjana Serjan's Floria Tosca had also a wider pallette to paint than most sopranos. Then add upp a production and regie that takes everything in and draws the right picture all the way. Best Tosca ever!!

2014-01-18 Tosca (Puccini), Deutsche Oper Berlin

Floria Tosca = Tatjana Serjan

Mario Cavaradossi = Marcello Giordani

Baron Scarpia = Sergey Murzaev

Cesare Angelotti = Ben Wager

Der Mesner = Seth Carico

Spoletta = Jörg Schörner

Sciarrone = Andrew Harris

Ein Schließer = Noel Bouley

Matthias Foremny, conductor

Kinderchor der Deutschen Oper Berlin

Chor der Deutschen Oper Berlin

Orchester der Deutschen Oper Berlin

Director - Boleslaw Barlog

Stage-design, Costume-design  - Filippo Sanjust

ChöreThomas Richter

KinderchorChristian Lindhorst

And so 2014 has begun, Andrea Chenier in Stockholm 2014-01-10

What could possibly go wrong when one is travelling to Stockholm, Sweden? Well, nothing did go wrong, it was more that it could have been planned better. 

Night bus to Oslo. Cheaper than a flight and a hotel stay, that is for sure. I was going to Stockholm but I never thought my bus would be filled with a few Swedish people and at least one with seriously talkity mouth. That person even had to phone someone in the middle of the night. Not enjoying that. The Swedish group left when we came to Oslo Gardermoen Airport. I continued on my journey to Oslo Central Station as I had booked a train ticket. There I found out that my train was almost 2 hours delayed and then I decided to go to Gardermoen to book a flight to Stockholm Arlanda Airport. The delay meant that I could just phone in and get my train tickets deleted and a refund of the money. It is usually easy to get quite cheap tickets to Stockholm Arlanda, almost as cheap as the train. 

Arlanda Airport, and then the airport bus to Stockholm Central station and soon I was at my hotel, Rica Stockholm. There I also found a Pizza Hut restaurant on the other side of the street. Luck. Loved the hotel. Loved the opera.

It was Friday January 10th, 2014, it was winterly cold without snow. The snowing started on Sunday. I was going to see a traditional Regie of Andrea Chenier, or so I thought. At first I was disappointed but then I started to understand it. I hated the fakesness of the Contessa and her ilk in act 1. I thought in the beginning it meant that the Regie was wrong-headed and just vulgar. Later I understood it as a critique, and a just one, of the high society. A world where the fake has substitued the real. They might say the word love (Amore) but love is nowhere to be seen in here. They might flirt with sex, to be vogue as they lust, but real, pure love or simple affection that is true and not just affected does not live here. 

Carlo Gerard looks at it all, sees the wrongness, and loves the still pure Maddalena. Maddalena di Coigny who is a few years from being corrupted by this society, is still pure at heart. Her play with Bersi, her chamber maid, is still that of a child. Then the entertainment enters. Andrea Chenier is the only one that is not playing a role. Chenier is clad in dark cloths and no whig. No one of the gray hairs on his head can make him old and cynic. Jose Cura's Andrea Chenier is very much young at heart. A dreamer and a poet. He does not belong in the cold and fake world. La Contessa of Marianne Ekløf is angered by his refusal simply to bough and recite a poem on the fly. Maddalena of Maria Jose Siri is taken by the first appearance of Andrea Chenier, so taken is she that she has to make him talk of love. She insults him by saying that they all have spoken of Love, and without his precious Muse. L'Improvviso. Great singing. And very much a tipping point, Maddalena understands  something new, feels love. Carlo Gerard opens the door for la Miseria to visit the high society. As Carlo Gerard of Alberto Gazale leaves, the high society will meet death. 

Often I get bored with the first act of Andrea Chenier and it is only when Chenier himself arrives that I get into it. In Stockholm there was no hesitation, I went inside the opera and stayed there. Alberto Gazale is the best Carlo Gerard I have ever seen. Maria Jose Siri was just amazing as Maddalena di Coigny. Jose Cura is the best Andrea Chenier today, and in Stockholm he just did one of his fiest intepretation. Marianne Ekløf was La Contessa. She was putting layers to her role, just as she could be totally fake and play with crowd, there was also a deep love for her daughter. Foolish and yet profond.

Act 2 was really great. It was really well thought out. Gazale, Siri and Cura was just astounding. Marianne Ekløf came again, this time as La Vecchia Madelon. Wow, this is how it should be done. I mean WOW!!! Of course, the love duet between Siri and Cura was wonderful!! But really Marianne Ekløf!!!! Viva!!

Interval. The Royal Opera House in Stockholm. It is old, it is lovely, it seem like an intimate venue.

Act 3. Alberto Gazale was looking so well in his red tuxedo. He looked like the handsomest Mefistofele. Carlo Gerard is no longer an innocent servant and he still lusts after Maddalena and now he has power. Maria Jose Siri is a powerhouse as Maddalena di Coigny. She is also an excellent actress. La mamma morta, wonderful, feeling every second of it. Then it is the court scene. Not just four condemned people but four people whose lives are connected now. Andrea Chenier is a source of comfort and strenght for them all. Chenier defense, Si, fui soldato, ended on a high note that I deem did not belong there. And really that it the only minus in the whole evening, that I still haven't accepted.

Act 4. Wonderful act 4. I have never seen any production of Andrea Chenier where the 4 prisoners are interacting. I loved how much love and care that they had towards each other, only when the soldier was not looking. Idia Legray, the young, pregnant woman. When the soldier let her out the door was he really letting her go? Chenier was a source of goodness and comfort. Wonderful love duet!! Of course, Stockholm got one of the best ever Come un bel di di Maggion from Jose Cura, too.

Death cage with the former high socity members to carry them to Death. Viva la morte insieme!

2014-01-10 Andrea Chenier (Giordano),Kungliga Operan (Stockholm)

Andrea Chénier - José Cura

Carlo Gérard - Alberto Gazale

Maddalena di Coigny - María José Siri

Bersi, her maid - Susann Végh

The Countess of Coigny - Marianne Eklöf

Madelon - Marianne Eklöf

Roucher  - Linus Börjesson

Mathieu, a sans-culotte - Johan Edholm

The Incredible - Magnus Kyhle

The Abbot - Magnus Kyhle

The novelist Pietro Fléville - Kristian Flor

Fouquier Tinville, the Public Prosecutor  - 

Kristian Flor

Schmidt - Michael Schmidberger

Dumas - Michael Schmidberger

Master of the Household - Michael Schmidberger

Father of Gerard - Lars Ekholm

 

Pier Giorgio Morandi, conductor

DIRECTOR Dmitri Bertman

SETS Hartmut Schörghofer

COSTUME Corinna Crome

LIGHTING Hans-Åke Sjöquist

CHOREOGRAPHY Edvald Smirnoff

The Royal Opera Chorus 

Chorus master: Folke Alin and Christina Hornell 

Royal Opera Orchestra

And so it is over!! Lots of applause, standing ovation!! And then it is time to go! Home, to the hotel! It is cold out there. I just had to go to the stage door just for a few minutes. Then I met two other Cura fan and then we talked and waited. I think Marianne Ekløf just went by me, and she was talking to someone else, she did not look as she did on stage and by the time I possibly recognised her she was gone. I also think I saw and heard Birgitta Svenden, the Swedish mezzo who is the boss of Stockholm Opera, and Helena Døse, the Swedish soprano. They were just so happy, conductor Morandi even sings with the singers and how one needs 3 great singers as we had tonigt to pull of this opera. Personally I hate conductors that sing or hum while conducting, I wanted to hear Siri, Gazale and Cura without Morandi singing beside them!!! But I wholeheartedly agree that the trio of this day was GREAT,

When Maria Jose Siri came out I had the chance to congratulate her on this wonderful Maddalena di Coigny. When Alberto Gazale came out, he was still talking to friends and then he was on the phone so I had no chance to tell him what an extraordinary Carlo Gerard he was. Then, finally Jose Cura. I just asked if I could take his photo and he promptly decided that it should be a selfie, me and Cura. My phone, his finger on the trigger. He left with Alberto Gazale and with Maria Jose Siri, I think. Then finally I could also be on my way to my hotel room, I was freezing.

Saturday January 11, 2014. Train from Stockholm, and then while I was on my way back home, a visit to my dad. Love my father and he still remembers me so all is good. Then dinner in my birth town with an old friend who had known me since I was weeks old. I could have visit my aunt too, but she was not feeling to well. Then off to Oslo and night bus home.

Sunday January 12, 2014. TIRED!!

A happy evening with José Cura and an unhappy travel home (December 9-10, 2013)

How to start an evening perfectly? For me it was simple. Just find the right restaurant. I found it on Yelp: La Piazza ristorante. Their pizza was just perfect just like their location Johannesgasse, not far from Konzerthaus. 

Even as the concert was on Monday many JC fans was there and althought there was still free seats in the hall it still seemed quite full. Monday means taking 2 days off work for those not living close to Vienna. Saturday would have been a much better day. Secondly Sunday, third Friday. But it was quite good for being on Monday. I feel the concert could have been advertised much better. Maybe an opera concert with Jose Cura would have been completely sold-out even as it was a Monday in early December, but Argentinian songs with masters like Carlos Guastavino, Alberto Ginastero and the new composer Jose Cura himself should have been a must for all opera lovers especially if Cura is one of your tenor heroes.

From Tristan und Isolde on Sunday to Jose Cura singing songs on Monday, that is a distance. Excellenc is excellence in whatever form it takes. An ethusiastic audience greated the great maestro with thunderous applause. Jose Cura relaxed and smiling sat down. Kristin Okerlund sat down at the piano, with a young man as her page turner. A young woman sat down, she too like Okerlund and Cura had some notes (papers) in front of her. 

The concert started with Jose Cura singing alone Hilda Herrera's Desde el fondo de ti, then the piano invoced Maria Elena Walsh' Postal de guerra. Then Jose Cura started talking as he did during the concert. The other woman was called "Lalo" (?), a friend of Cura who would be reciting in German some short verses to give us some idea of what the songs meant. It was hard for me to hear her and so I got no more idea of the songs from her. Our progammes was free. The 3rd song according to the program was Alberto Ginastera's Accorro, but that was not what he song, we got that as one of the encores instead.

Instead of going through it song by song, here is my impression of the concert. Many years ago Jose Cura recorded Anhelo and that CD had many of the songs he now song. Those years gave Jose Cura a greater depth and a passion that makes these songs even better today than ever. Cura sang his own work of Pablo Nerudas Sonetas with Lalo in the role of the woman as Cura was the man. It was magic!!!

In the second half it was more unfamiliar songs except La rosa y el sauce and of course, La cancion de la Bandera by Panizza. Highlights. And then 3 encores!!

And after the concert, meeting with fans and Jose Cura inside the building. It was a cold day in Vienna, rain and icy winds. At last I had to go.

Tuesday I was off to Vienna airport. My flight was first told to be 30 minutes late and then 1 hr. And it was not a direct flight to Oslo. So I was again in Zurich airport, 10 minutes before my flight had left Zurich, and my new flight to Oslo was 3 hrs to wait. Swiss gave me CHF 10,- , I felt they were really cheap. Zurich airport and finding good food to eat that is not easy. Most of the 10 Swiss Francs went to an expensive and hardly eatable tomato soup. Then I had a Pizza Margerita at Marche, eatable but not a revelation. Still, hungry no more. The prezel I bought at Marche was great and saved me later in the night. 

My second flight was also delayed so that instead of landing 2225, which is late, I was in Gardermoen airport 2345. Without any delays my first second flight would have landed 1935 and if I had then chose to spend a night on a hotel and fly to Førde the next morning that would have been a gift I gave myself. Thanks to these 2 delays I HAD to chose to spend 3000 NOK extra, and SWISS thinks 10 Swiss Francs is enough!! From now I will try to avoid Swiss and Zurich airport!! 

I HATE DELAYS!!!! 

Having to be at a meeting in Førde after such an ordeal gave me a headache that lasted Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. On Friday evening the pain was less so I went to the cinema to see The Hobbit - the Desolation of Smaug. I thought it was a bad idea but luckily my head was fine in the end. It was beautiful, but movie 1 was better. Movie 2 made me just read the book and enjoy the better story there.

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Wagner 2013: My 5th ever Wagner opera

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TRISTAN UND ISOLDE

Richard Wagner

Oper | 17.00 - 21.45 | 2 Pausen | Preise S | Abo Zyklus 1

BESETZUNG

Peter Schneider | Dirigent

David McVicar | Regie

Robert Jones | Ausstattung

Paule Constable | Licht

Andrew George | Choreographie

Robert Dean Smith | Tristan

Albert Dohmen | König Marke

Violeta Urmana | Isolde

Matthias Goerne | Kurwenal

Elisabeth Kulman | Brangäne

Clemens Unterreiner | Melot

Carlos Osuna | ein Hirt

Marcus Pelz | ein Steuermann

Sebastian Kohlhepp | Stimme eines jungen Seemanns

A little detour before Tristan in Vienna. First the night bus to Gardermoen Airport. The rumored bad weather in the mountains did not happen to my bus. So I came to the airport with hours to spend until my flight on Saturday. My bus arrived 0515 and my flight started 0945. Because of a technical error in Zurich my plane arrived one hour late so my flight started 1 hrs later, 1045. Then 1305 in Zurich, waiting more hours. 1635 started the boarding, and fight started 1700. Vienna, finally 1820. Vienna International Airport... City Airport Train to Wien Mitte, then U-Bahn to Stephansplatz, and then Südtirolerplatz - Hauptbahnhof. 2000 at my hotel. I do not think I could have been faster.

With Saturday almost gone I still had something I wanted to do. Eating great food at my favorite restaurant and then waiting at the stage door for Vittorio Grigolo and Angela Gheorghiu after their La Boheme that I arrived in Vienna too late for even if there had been any tickets left. Would have loved to see Boheme in Wiener Staatsoper. Sadly I found myself to tired for the excursion to the Opera. Still, I needed food. McDonald's then. Not too great, but not too bad.

Sunday. Breakfast at McDonald's. My early in the morning need are very simple so McD is enough. Later I was wondering about Tristan, to buy or not to buy a ticket. As I was close I had my lunch at the Operncafé. A cremed tomato soup that not did not have it in it to be my best, just OK this time. Then back to my hotel. Suddenly the decision was made Tristan to night. A not a second to spare lasagne dinner at my favorite hotel and then off to Wiener Staatsoper. The opera house was filled to the brim of people. A long queu just to collect my reserved ticket.


TRISTAN UND ISOLDE.

"Love" at first note. Loved the orchestra with conductor. Wagner the composer is great. Too many words all the time. But one does get into it. I no longer oppose the idea of Jose Cura as Tristan. But really Wagner heroes vs Verdi heroes, Verdi wins every time. Loved Elisabeth Kulman as Brangäne. Highlight in love duet between Tristan and Isolde = Brangäne singing. Robert Dean Smith is a great singer, once in a long while one hears he is not German but still amazing singer. Violeta Urmana as Isolde, great work, a great singer but she was not able to mesmerize me as she did as La Gioconda in Paris. Albert Dohmen was so great that I wished his part was bigger. Matthias Goerne as Kurwenal was just luxus. Clemens Untermeier as Melot was also very good. Carlos Osuna as the shepherd was also wonderful.

The production with David McVicar as director, scenography by Robert Jones, was great. Sadly it was Isolde's Liebestod that ruined the perfect Tristan. Tristan is the one the who dies of love, and King Marke appearing with Tristan dead that is truly sad. I actually cried. Then Isode's Liebestod, who would have guessed that was the disappointment of the evening. Violeta Urmana was singing her heart out. But instead of dying there, she was going slowly out in her red dress. For the applause Urmana appeared with the black dress and was then more like Isolde then in Liebestod. Bravi, tutti!!