Monday, 22 July 2013

Elektra, Aix Festival, on Arte liveweb for 50 days ....


Richard Strauss (1864 - 1949)ELEKTRA

From Aix Festival  internet site

Tragedy in one act
Libretto by Hugo von Hofmannsthal
Created on 25 January 1909 at the Dresde Semperoper

Musical directionEsa-Pekka Salonen
Stage directionPatrice Chéreau
Stage direction artistic collaborationThierry Thieû Niang
LightDominique Bruguière
CostumesCaroline de Vivaise
Wigs and hairstyleCampbell Young
ElektraEvely Herlitzius
KlytämnestraWaltraud Meier
ChrysothemisAdrianne Pieczonka
OrestMikhail Petrenko
AegisthTom Randle
Der Pfleger des OrestFranz Mazura
Ein junger DienerFlorian Hoffmann
Ein alter DienerSir Donald McIntyre
Die Aufseherin / Die VertrauteRenate Behle
Erste MagdBonita Hyman
Zweite Magd / Die SchleppträgerinAndrea Hill*
Dritte MagdSilvia Hablowetz*
Vierte MagdMarie-Eve Munger*
Fünfte MagdRoberta Alexander
ChorusCoro Gulbenkian
OrchestraOrchestre de Paris
Production / Coproduction
Festival d’Aix-en-Provence new production
In coproduction with the Teatro alla Scala di Milano, the New York Metropolitan Opera, The Finnish National Opera in Helsinki, the Gran Teatre del Liceu in Barcelona and the Deutsche Staatsoper Berlin, Unter den Linden


Elektra:
But I shall not cease from my dirges and miserable lamentations, so long as I look upon the sparkling of the bright stars, and upon this light of day, like the nightingale, slayer of her young, crying out loud and making loud proclamation to all before my father’s doors. O house of Hades and Persephone, O Hermes of the underworld and powerful Curse, and Erinyes, revered children of the gods who look upon those wrongfully done to death, who look upon those who dishonour the marriage bed in secret, come, bring help, avenge the murder of our father, and send to me my brother! For I have no longer strength to bear alone the burden of grief that weighs me down.

Sophocles, Elektra, Loeb Classical Library XX, (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1994 [1992])


«Agamemnon !» The name of the late king of Mycenae, proffered by Elektra, resounds like a dizzying growl, a throbbing moan. Since her father has been assassinated by her mother, Elektra repeats her father’s name like a litany as if it were an outlet for her grief.  She revels in it, she is consumed by it, and only lives to see revenge being taken. Elektra is awaiting the return of her brother Orestes, who is the only person who can truly avenge his father with an act of vengeance that destiny demands yet nature reproves. Sophocles has constructed a tragedy around this expectation, which subsequently has been revisited by van Hofmannstahl. As a turn-of-the-century poet and writer, the latter knew only too well that classical myths were a thin yet vivid disguise for the complexities of the human psyche. Richard Strauss transforms Elektra’s cry, at once intimate and universal, into a shock opera, with an explosive score, a single act of expectation crowned by irrepressible violence, a superb orchestral score, as refined as it is unrestrained, and women singing the distress of a dysfunctional family.

Individual solitude and intimate violence are the very stuff of Patrice Chéreau’s work. It therefore seemed only natural to ask him, in company of Esa-Pekka Salonen, to stage the frenzied pursuit of Elektra, whose cry is the most human of songs.




 Here is the link to Artelive web, Aix Festival on July the 19th.
http://liveweb.arte.tv/fr/video/Elektra_Richard_Strauss_Festival_d_Aix_en_Provence_Esa-Pekka_Salonen_Patrice_Chereau/


I was at the opening night on july the 10 th.
What I will write is meaningless compared to what I saw and listened to.
The gloomy atmosphere of Mycenae is totally present on stage, in the pure architectural lines of the vault and walls, the lying stone blocks on the side front  and also in the lines of the shadows of these forms playing with the light according to what is happening between the three women and then the arrival of the men almost at the end of the 1h40 of  this intense Greek tragedy.
The orchestra has a leading role, it has a continum of rhythmic motives, this waltz  tune which runs through the whole drama and which seems to have no ending,  until the frenetic last moment and  concludes the tragic end.
Here, Elektra does not end rolling on the floor after her mad dance, but sits on the stone and stares at us,  motionless.
That  is what Patrice Chereau wanted us to share: the pure dramatic tension between Elektra, her sister, her mother and then her brother and her mother's new husband according to a very tragic vision with no thrills in the  costumes or the setting. 
This Elektra is like a blade, which comes into one's mind and tear it apart.
I came out and realised I had forgotten to breathe for more than an hour.
Waltraud Meier and Evely Herlitzius fascinated me, both  so extraordinary as actresses and singers. Waltraud Meieir was rather human compared to other Klytämnestra I had seen, she played it almost suffering,  until she came back to herself, while putting on her royal coat...
The orchestra and its conductor were the best I ever listened to according to what was happening, a gesture, a step, a cry : the synchronization  between the pit and the stage was perfect.
Now, I need to find some peace and quiet to follow the Arte liveweb streaming I could not see on the 19th.
 A great moment at the 2013 Aix festival that was, at the opening night. The whole audience acclaimed the cast and musicians for more than half an hour of standing ovation !

Sunday, 14 July 2013

Summer tune:Silbo, Féloche, in front of Marseille Opera House!

I was glad to be back in Marseille yesterday!
The Old Port is now finished with this fascinating shiny roof which reflects what is going on below.
It is fun to watch folks enjoying themselves in this shady space at the seafront, but upside down!
There is also no parting from the sea line refleted and the real  one.
 This is challenging when I try to take photos of the perfect symetrical image.
Because of my rather long abscence I went to the Opera ticket office to renew my subscription and get tickets for two concerts out of subscription, Leo Nucci recital and Natalie Dessay new 'tour de chant' in May !
The general very warm weather (but here, heat is dry ), plus the people, strolling along the sea front now so nice and convenient for taking walks as cars are nearly out of the way,  reminded me of the lively Shanghai streets. 
I was back to life again.
Then I discovered there was a free mandoline concert in front of the Opera!
And the musician singer sang this tune which will  be my Summer tune!
Silbo,a singing, rather exotic bird language practiced by Gomero folks since ages .
Before singing, Féloche whistled  and hid in the crowd, then appeared swiftly, like a bird.
"c'est une île de Paradis
où les humains sifflent aussi
le plus beau chant de tous les oiseaux
c'est le Silbo Gomero"


www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xm_C2ekZvbs
Mar 13, 2013 - Uploaded by Estudiantina Argenteuil
"Felestudiantinoche" le Dimanche 18 novembre 2012 au centre culturel "Le Figuier Blanc" 

Sunday, 7 July 2013

''Better City Better Life'': Shanghai !



Where I was,  not long ago,  it was the magnolia and the lotus season.
I saw the cherry blossom and plum festivals when I arrived in Shanghai in April.
The  beauty of the flowers and trees in parks and almost all around the city  seems to compensate for the extreme pollution which hardly allows the sky to be blue and the stars to shine at night.
Very often, the famous Pudong skyline appears like a succession of ghosts across the Huangpu.

My favourite spot is Suzhou Creek seen from Bus 123 or 55 on my way  back to Tongji, through the iron designs of the old Garden Bridge.
My favourite place to learn and gaze  endlessly at things of beauty is Shanghai Museum, entrance
 free, which makes it even more valuable.
My list of  'favourite....' could well be endless too as I stayed three months this time and wandered around by myself quite a lot.
when  I left, nearly two weeks  ago, it was clammy, rainy, over 30 ° night and day.
   It is poetically called the plum rain season, because the  daily rain makes the plums grow fast.
I strolled a lot, more than usual.
 It was my only possible occupation when I was out, as I cannot speak or read Chinese.
Now I am back  I cannot believe I put up  with such a situation for so long .
I have a long way to go if I want to grab some characters and try to practice speaking.
What is amazing is how willingly this huge population is  becoming an American-English speaking country, some more Chinglish than others, but it is more efficient than nothing  !
Almost once a week for some reason or another I was on the Bund, walking from the Ferry ticket office up to the tourist office past East Nanjing   road,  watching the traffic on the river, the barges heavy loaded with coal, sand or gravel, perhaps coming from up North from the Yellow Sea then going to some huge building  yards along the river.

 China is a huge building yard...
I travelled to Chengdu then to Changsha with the same visions of endless excavations made by roaring scrapers while cranes were loading iron  bars, like merry- go -rounds, through  the sky.
The whole province is busy building more towers, more elevated roads, more bridges, more underground lines, more blocks of flats, above all here,  for the growing population  in Shanghai which attracks young  Chinese white- collars as well as young unqualified folks from farming areas.
Shanghai is bustling with life night and day.
I have the feeling I am now in a desert land!
But the sky is blue and the tap water is  safe!
Still I miss my young Chinese friends so calm, so  generous of their own time, who helped me and accompanied me to charming Ancient Gardens in Suzhou, and even came with me to watch the Peony Pavillion one evening in a  riverside village, absolutely packed  at daytime.
 I knew, strangely enough, that I would miss the crowd, this diversity of people and sceneries, the sweetness of the children, always smiling at me, and ready to share their knowledge of English.