St Michael and all Angels,
Chiswick
St Michael and all Angels |
Amfortas – Stuart Pendred
Titurel – Louis HurstGurnemanz – Adam Leftwich, Gerard Delrez
Parsifal – Brian Smith-Walters
Klingsor – Peter Brooke
Kundry – Cecilia Bailey
First Knight of the Grail – David Padua
Second Knight of the Grail – Matt Duncan
Squires – Tanya Hurst, Gemma Morlsey, Gregory Hill, Robin Pietà
Flowermaidens – Tanya Hurst, Laura Monaghan, Gemma Morsley, Bryony Soothill, Rosie Middleton, Jennifer Westwood
Chorus – Grace Nyandoro, Janet Forbes, Elizabeth Deacon, Arthur Bruce
Friðþjófur
Þorsteinsson (lighting)
Mark Burns (director)Jonathan Dodds (organ)
Naomi Woo (piano, assistant musical director)
Stella di Virgilio, Victoria Baek (violins)
Ariane Alexander (viola)
Alison Holford (cello)
Adam Oscar Storey (double bass)
Michael Thrift (musical director)
Parsifal in Chiswick? Perhaps not so immediately
fitting as Ariadne auf Naxos? I
recalled visiting Milton
Keynes for Boulevard Solitude,
wondering, as I crossed endless ‘boulevards’, whether I had been the victim of
a hoax. I had not, and Welsh National Opera’s Henze offering proved estimable.
Nor was it anything but a pleasure to encounter the extraordinary enterprise of
Elemental Opera in presenting a fully-cast – give or take the size of the
chorus – Parsifal, simply yet
effectively staged, with reduced instrumental forces. My only regret was that
work commitments left me unable to stay for more than the first act.
What I heard worked far better
than one might reasonably have imagined. A string quartet, double bass, piano,
and organ supplied the notes, but more than that: under the wise guidance of
musical director, Michael Thrift, a well-shaped performance, without awkward
corners, emerged. Wagner’s melos, the
ebb and flow, was realised, reimagined, with a timbral palette which, at its
best, not only looked forward to the instrumental reductions – or better,
reinstrumentations – of the Second Viennese School; it also sometimes
highlighted how close, harmonically, Wagner and Brahms could be. There was some
splendidly expressive cello playing from Alison Holford during the Prelude; but
all contributed to what we heard. Indeed, during the passages for organ solo, I
realised I should have been quite happy for once simply to hear the orchestral
part in that guise. Liszt reared his head more than once, as indeed he did in
solo piano passages. Congratulations to Thrift, then, both for his realisation
and for its communication.
The singing was more than
creditable too. (I should remind you that I only heard a single act.) The
double act of an ailing Adam Leftwich and Gerard Delrez from, if not the wings,
a side lectern, shared the crucial narrative role of Gurnemanz. Both had dark,
if differently dark, authoritative tones. Leftwich’s stage – or foot-of-the-altar
– presence was impressive too, even when it was Delrez’s voice we heard. Most
of Brian Smith-Walters’s portrayal of Parsifal would have come later, but there
was no denying his knowledge and understanding of the role’s demands here, nor
his ability to communicate them. He certainly has the power of a Heldentenor, without any suspicion of a ‘bark’.
Cecilia Bailey’s Kundry spoke, even during this first act, of complexity of
character and compassion. Stuart Pendred’s wounded Amfortas evinced physical
agony whilst maintaining vocal line, the Titurel of Louis Hurst a stern,
full-voiced taskmaster to his son. All of the smaller roles were well taken,
finely observed of gesture as well as tone, to use a properly Victorian
Wagnerism.
For, if the English translation
was very much of that ilk – occasionally, but only occasionally, being lost in
the generous acoustic – it was, to a surprising extent, at least to me,
enhanced by Mark Burns’s keenly observed Personenregie
and Friðþjófur Þorsteinsson’s sensitive lighting.
The Anglo-Catholic interior of St Michael and All Angels combined with the
language and costumes to offer an intriguingly High Victorian, yet far from inappropriate,
slant upon Nietzsche’s furious accusation that, in this work (which he had
never heard), Wagner had prostrated himself before the Cross. To quote the
church’s informative website history: ‘On the day of its consecration, a
letter addressed to the Bishop of London was printed in the Acton, Chiswick
& Turnham Green Gazette, accusing Reverend Wilson of “Popish and Pagan
mummeries”. Signed by Henry Smith, churchwarden of Chiswick, it listed his
supposed transgressions: marching in procession round the church, prostrating
himself before the consecrated elements, making the sign of the cross when
giving the elements to the people and singing the Agnus Dei. The controversy
raged for months in the paper, which sent its own reporter who observed that
the service was very “high” and reminiscent of a Roman Catholic Church.’ The
fog of incense that greeted me was most welcome in itself, and for its
husbandry of such resonances.
I
suspect that I should have learned more in the second act, for, according to
Burns’s programme note, he had considered ‘how the relatively small Chinese
community in London’ of the time ‘were vilified and how Opium habits were
viewed amongst the various social classes,’ whilst of course, hypocritically
partaking of what was on offer. This had ‘sparked many ideas about how our
enemy camps in Parsifal are
inextricably linked but so very separate at the same time.’ Although I did not
really have opportunity to see how that worked out, the concept has certainly
set me thinking: always a necessity when we defend Wagner from Nietzsche’s
(rightly) despised Wagnerians, for whom the music of the ‘Master’ was but a
narcotic.