There can of course be no claim to any particular validity to these imaginary seasons, and I am well aware that, ‘in the real world’ – though surely if opera is anywhere, it should not be there! – it would be necessary to revive earlier productions and so on, but let us leave such mundane concerns aside for the moment. (For what it is worth, a new broom such as Gérard Mortier managed to accomplish a great deal without resorting to existing productions.) What undoubtedly came across, though, was how, without the slightest effort whatsoever, programmes that would be fresh and appealing could be constructed. Had we to declare a moratorium upon beloved works such as Figaro and Tristan, we might not only survive but flourish. And that was all before even beginning to consider what is perhaps most necessary of all: newly-commissioned works…
Season One
Birtwistle, The Mask of Orpheus
Monteverdi, L’incoronazione di Poppea
Rameau, Les Boréades
Henze, König Hirsch
Ravel, L’enfant et les sortilèges
Davies, Taverner
Mozart, Lucio Silla
Busoni, Doktor Faust
Britten, The Turn of the Screw
Gluck, Armide
Weber, Euryanthe
Mussorgsky, Khovanschina
Prokofiev, The Fiery Angel
Weill, Aufstieg and Fall der Stadt Mahagonny
Debussy, Pelléas et Mélisande
Schoenberg, Die glückliche Hand
Season Two
Stockhausen, Donnerstag
Handel, Saul
Wagner, Rienzi
Dusapin, Faustus, the Last Night
Haydn, Armida
Purcell, Dido and Aeneas
Goehr, Arden Must Die
Szymanowski, King Roger
Schumann, Genoveva
Dallapiccola, Ulisse
Hindemith, Cardillac
Berio, Cronaca del Luogo
Charpentier, Actéon, and Strauss, Daphne
Janáček, From the House of the Dead
Messiaen, St François d’Assise
I was surprised by the number of works by English composers: perhaps I am possessed of a greater national bias than I should ever have suspected, though I suspect that it is more that my country's musical culture is far richer than I sometimes allow. More to the point, there was so much else I should have loved to include. There are no works by Zemlinsky, Cavalli, Schreker, Rossini, Lully, Schubert, Puccini, Meyerbeer, and so many others – and not for any good reason: there simply was not enough space. I was especially sorry to lose Cerha’s Baal, again for no good reason whatsoever, other than perhaps to allot a place to a work from another era. Pelléas was perhaps an indulgence – though who could ever resist that particular indulgence? – but I managed to steer clear of the more frequently performed works of Mozart and Wagner. Fidelio and the Berg operas would have to wait too, likewise anything by Tchaikovsky, perhaps until the third and fourth seasons, when a new Ring would be mounted...