Word: tristan
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...ruin voices by demanding odd and un-vocal sounds. Though this attitude is widespread, there is evidence that it is less a matter of fact than fashion. Birgit Nilsson, though she sings no contemporary opera at all, points out that composers are usually ahead of performers. Wagner's Tristan und Isolde, she observes, was abandoned as un-performable, "yet nowadays no dramatic soprano can be considered accomplished if she is incapable of singing an Isolde." Beverly Sills, who sang many modern roles before going on to fame in Italian bel canto operas, endorses Nilsson's and Reardon...
...merciless ideals, but who relinquished all royalties on his works so that an edition of Bruckner could be published; a man who said just before his death that "poor Schoenberg will have no one left"; a man who spent all of his precious years perfecting his interoperations of Tristan, Fidelio, and The Magic Flute; a man who read Kant aloud to his wife during Children. The following tentative remarks are intended only to be suggestive, hopefully with minimum distortion, for to slightly alter Artur Schnabel's dictum, "Great composers are greater than they can be explained...
BAYREUTH (July 25-Aug. 28) offers a new production of The Flying Dutchman, conducted by Silvio Varviso, staged by August Everding and designed by Prague's Josef Svoboda; the late Wieland Wagner's staging of Parsifal, Tristan und Isolde and the Ring; Brother Wolfgang's production of Die Meistersinger...
...payroll robbery. But harassed by police and chivied by a disciple of nonviolence (Al Freeman Jr.), Jason seems cursed from the opening. When the robbery erupts into blood and death, it is only a formal ratification of doom. Jason's descent from provocateur to fugitive and his ultimate Tristan and Isolde death scene with a white chick (Joanna Shimkus) are even stagier and more predictable...
...particle in the livid-frigid Flux, I decided to drop in on the Cecilia Society and the Glee Club concerts at the still point of the burning world. "Song is the key," I reasoned, "for only the rapture of song links such disparate spirits as Arjuna, Chemosh, Mailer, Nixon, Tristan, Bruckner, and the confluence of latent universal souls thrashing about in the torpid light of Art. Let us ublimate the manifold contradictions of life in an decipherable moment of ineffable unity. And so, rowing Endgame on top of Presidential Power, and ling the ineluctable pull of some Taoist-Maoist dooms...