Word: basso
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...most of the world's bassos, Mussorgsky's Boris Godunov is operatic boodle, and they will go to considerable lengths to sing it in public. Its protagonist not only gets to wear some of opera's most magnificent costumes, but he has two long and meaty scenes in which to show off the full richness of his voice, rave through a couple of bloody hallucinations, and finally fall dead down a flight of stairs. Last week, at the Metropolitan Opera House, the part was taken by Jerome Hines, 32, the first U.S.-born basso...
Gounod: Faust (Victoria de los Angeles, Nicolai Gedda, Boris Christoff; Chorus and Orchestra of L'Opera, Paris, conducted by Andre Cluytens; Victor, 4 LPs). The third "complete" version of this tinseled old warhorse, notable for the properly terrifying Mephistopheles of Basso Christoff and the limpid-voiced Marguerite of Soprano de los Angeles. Contains the usually omitted ballet music for the Walpurgis Night...
...Debussy's music in a luxurious veil of sound, building subtly from the elusive sighings of the first scenes to the full-blooded climax near the end. Onstage, Baritone Theodor Uppman sang and acted Pelléas asif he believed him. Baritone Martial Singher (as the half brother), Basso Jerome Hines (as the half-blind grandfather) and Martha Lipton (as Pelléas' mother) all sang like fine anti-Wagnerians. And though the delicate voice of Soprano Nadine Conner (Mélisande) sometimes seemed half lost in the glimmering sound from the orchestra pit, her performance came even...
...Basso Rossi-Lemeni's singing was as commanding as his stage presence, though his voice was sometimes rough and low in resonance. He was surrounded by a cast of top singers who, if their voices were finer, made comparatively paler characters...
Most impressive singing actor on the stage was a Metropolitan debutant. Italy's Basso Nicola Rossi-Lemeni (TIME, Oct. 15, 1951), who drew the meaty role of Mephistopheles. Elegantly brandishing his black sword-cane, he swaggered and leered his satanic way about the stage, and when he flourished his red satin cape, the villagers hit the floor like a wheatfield in a high wind...