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The best of all possible worlds?

"Candide ... said to himself, 'If this is the best of all possible worlds, what are the others?'"

Monday night was the first time I got to see our production of Candide. I spent the weekend working in the supertext booth, where, because there are four follow-spot operators for the show, I'm relegated to a seat with a window measuring roughly 5" x 5". Since I don't really need to see in order to run the supertext, I didn't bother to adjust my chair to window height (tall), and spent three nights just listening to the show, which I found increasingly hilarious.

I've never seen Candide before, although I played the concert version of the overture at least twice in college. (And what a piece of music! Talk about an overture that demands a listener's attention). Nevertheless, Candide is a piece that feels naturally familiar -- one of those that you know even without knowing it. It's so very Bernstein, and so very American. It's beautiful, and charming, and fun. And what a refreshing change of pace from Very Serious Opera!

© Jason Potter

Anyway: back to Monday night. As we have done in the past (Barber of Seville, Rigoletto), we invited several local comic artists to Monday night's dress rehearsal, where they got a backstage tour and then were encouraged to draw whatever inspired them from their seats in the first few rows of the orchestra section. This year, for the first time, we also invited several prolific local Twitter users to come and live-tweet the opera. What a hoot! I also use Twitter, so I took the opportunity to join in on the fun; it was so interesting and hilarious to read other peoples' reactions to the show in real time. (And also strange and a little thrilling to be allowed/encouraged to use our phones during the show.)

For a taste of what the conversation looked like, you can see the whole sequence of tweets here.  You can also see the comic art here.

Our Resident Historian, Bob Kingston (who also gives a very informative pre-show lecture an hour prior to every performance), became the voice of @portlandopera for the evening, giving informative 140-character tidbits as the rehearsal progressed. His work there is AWESOME. I wish we could live-tweet this kind of stuff during actual performances, to larger numbers of people (as the NSO did of a performance of Beethoven several years ago), but for a lot of reasons that's not terribly feasible. We did have one person on Twitter say that she was in New York but she was so excited by the stuff Bob was talking about that she was following along with a recording! So, just throwing it out there -- you could do that.

Some of the great trivia from Monday evening:

- "Dr. Pangloss. Pan = all, gloss = talk. Get the idea?"

- "Candide --> candid, which can mean pure, clear; stainless, innocent."

-  "The 'Additional Lyrics' in 'I Am Easily Assimilated' were actually written by Bernstein and his wife, Felicia. 'Rovno Gubernya' (Jess note: where the Old Lady claims she is from) is the Siberian village where Bernstein's father was born."

- "In the show, Martin drowns, but in the Voltaire novella, he's eaten by a shark. Seriously."

A lightning fast primer on Candide
Bernstein's Candide is, of course, based on Voltaire's Candide, written in 1759. The Voltaire work is short -- readable in a long afternoon -- and if you have an e-reader, you can download it for free here (Kindle edition) or here (Google books edition). Written in the form of a bildungsroman, it tells the story of Candide, a simple and almost cloyingly innocent young man, the ward of Baron Thunder-ten-Tronckh of Westphalia. Candide's first music pretty much sums him up:

"Life is happiness, indeed: mares to ride and books to read. Though of noble birth I'm not, I'm delighted with my lot. Though I've no distinctive features and I've no official mother, I love all my fellow creatures and the creatures love each other."

Life is good for Candide, who grows up alongside the baron's children, Maximillian and Cunegonde, taking lessons with them from their teacher, Dr. Pangloss, who teaches them that "this is the best of all possible worlds." But after Cunegonde and Candide try to recreate an "experiment" (sex) they see between Pangloss and the serving maid, Paquette, Candide is kicked out of the castle and sent on his way, to face untold hardships, including being recruited by the Bulgar army, being flogged by two thousand soldiers, participating in an auto-da-fe, experiencing the deaths of all his loved ones (some of whom die several times over), being nearly drowned (twice), robbed (several times), and so forth.

The Voltaire is a commentary on Leibnizian optimism, which posited that "this is the best of all possible worlds," a fact that Voltaire found impossible to reconcile with, for example, the 1755 earthquake of Lisbon -- which appears in his novella. The work pokes fun at religions, governments, armies, philosophers and philosophies.

About our production

Candide Production Photo

© Portland Opera/Cory Weaver

One of the main theatrical challenges with Candide is how quickly the character moves from one location to another; he's in a boat coursing down a raging river; in the next moment he's in a valley surrounded by inpenetrable mountains; then he's being lifted over the mountains, carrying sheep. (The sheep play a big role). Our production gets around this challenge by using projected sets rather than physical ones. The 'set' consists of a rake (a very steep rake, by the way, so all that dancing and moving around up there is even harder than it looks) and multiple white drops which fly in and out during the show. That's it. The rest is all projected onto the stage digitally, which means we can alter the images in a blink. It also means we can use animations! One of the more comical scenes in the show involves one of our actors, having been tossed overboard from a ship, flailing in the actually heaving waves.

Speaking of actors: much of Candide consists of spoken dialogue, and can I just tell you? For the three nights I listened without watching, I cracked up all over the place during the spoken dialogue. It's funny as written, and the cast is just hilarious. Bob Orth's sheep impersonation makes the night for me, every night. (As does Ann Quintero, the Old Lady, repeatedly referring to her buttock).

We'll have our first full audience tonight, at the student dress rehearsal, and then we open on Friday. Happy opening, everyone!

 

Candide!

Welcome back, blog readers! The blog has taken a brief hiatus so that I could catch my breath after Galileo Galilei Because PHEW, people.

We are in the middle of our second week of rehearsals for Bernstein's Candide! The artists arrived early last week and have been locked in the rehearsal room ever since. (We do occasionally let them out for snacks). The chorus is having a fabulous time -- they have a huge and absolutely hilarious role in this show -- and the rest of us can't wait to see it! We head into the Keller on Thursday to begin rehearsing there.

Excerpts from the Candide rehearsal notes
- We are using the silver paper nose for Pangloss, not the laminated one.

- Please put a larger wrist loop on the billy club.

- Please bring the gym mats to Keller - for catching sheep as they are thrown offstage.

- A total of 2 death warrants per show are used.

- The sparkle necklace takes a small amount of light onstage abuse - pulled off, etc.

- Please ADD pom pom hats and pink armbands for Jan and Matt. A total of 6 people wear pink armbands and pom pom hats.

 



As I'm sure you've gathered over the course of the season, I really love the rehearsal notes. I always find them unintentionally funny, and they serve as a great, offbeat sort of summary of what's going on downstairs. (And occasionally there are rehearsal notes directed at me, usually about something in the music we're cutting or restoring). This week I thought I'd introduce you to the person who writes the rehearsal notes -- our Production Stage Manager, Jennifer Hammontree. The PSM does more duties than I can possibly name; along with the assistant stage managers, she keeps track of the blocking of everyone on stage, makes sure anything that's needed in rehearsal is there (including costume pieces, props, and set pieces), creates (in collusion with the director) the entire rehearsal schedule, acts as a contact person for our artists while they're in residence, helps with one billion technical aspects of every show, and, of course, calls all the stage cues during performances -- cues which include artist entrances, scene shifts, lighting cues, sound effects, etc. That's just the tip of the iceberg. It's a big, crazy, scary job, which she is awesome at.

Since Jennifer is the person who initially suggested I use the Proust questionnaire, today she is answering it herself!

 

Jennifer Hammontree

Jennifer Hammontree, Portland Opera Production Stage Manager

What is your chief characteristic?
Big Hair

What do you appreciate the most in your friends?
That they are my friends

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Could someone remind me of the virtues?

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
 My inability to choose a "favorite" anything.

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
An endless supply of books, music, champagne and friends to share them with.

What do you dislike most about your appearance?
In spite of years of torturing my teeth into perfect position via braces, they have developed gaps and wiggles that shall not be tamed.

Where would you like to live?
In a treehouse.  A very swanky treehouse. With indoor plumbing (see below).

What is your idea of misery?
Port-o-potties (AKA Honey Buckets)

What is your favorite journey?
Don't Stop Believin'

What is your favorite food and drink?
Bacon and champagne - although not together.

What is your most treasured possession?
My health

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
TBD

How do you wish to die?
I don't wish it at all.

What is your favorite motto?
Oh dear, I don't think we can print that one.  My mom might read this…..

Meet the POSA: Caitlin Mathes

Our final POSA recital of the year, featuring mezzo-soprano Caitlin Mathes, takes place tomorrow, April 10, at 7 PM in Portland Art Museum's Whitsell Auditorium. Admission is free, with a suggested donation of $10. You can reserve your ticket here.

Caitlin


Caitlin's recital is a program of "degenerate" music (German: entartete musik); that is, music that was condemned, and eventually banned, by the Nazis as being harmful to the regime. Music could be considered degenerate if it opposed the Nazi regime in its content, or if the composer's political views were themselves considered degenerate. Any work by Jewish or Jewish-origin composers, any work featuring Jewish or African characters, any work by a Marxist -- all were considered degenerate. Any artist who had shown sympathy for Nazi opposition was condemned. Modernist music was judged inferior to classical music, as was jazz, and so both forms also were classified as degenerate.


Once the Nazi regime came into power, composers of this music found it increasingly difficult, or impossible, to get their works performed, and many retreated into exile (or were interred in concentration camps). Degenerate composers included Mendelssohn, Schoenberg, Webern, Hindemith, Mahler, Weill, Korngold, Stravinsky, and Hanns Eisler.
 



Below, Caitlin answers the Proust questionnaire. I have seen her squirrel paws.

 

What is your current state of mind?
Doodle doodle doodle ta ta taaa tuh ta ta taa… Kukuk, Nachtigall, Mond… clean bathroom for parents… taxes? Um, busy.

 

What is your chief characteristic?
I make squirrel paws with my hands a lot.

 

What do you appreciate the most in your friends?
Easy conversation.

 

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Temperance. How can I be a singer and not devalue temperance. Where would the great opera characters be if they had any temperance? Boring.

 

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
I am a worry wart. Worry wort? Now I’m worried.

 

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
5 o’clock, July, seated in the shade, some sort of Aperol/grapefruit drink, with my loved ones, and Django Reinhardt is playing in the background.

 

Where would you like to live?
I would love to live half the year in some small Tuscan stone cottage with an old iron fence and beautiful grass. And the other half? Doesn’t matter much.

 

Who are your favorite heroes in fiction?
Walter Burns (Cary Grant’s character from His Girl Friday)

 

Who are your favorite heroines in fiction?
The little red hen (of the Little Red Hen Saga)

 

What is the quality you most like in a woman? A man?
Self love, and self belief.

 

If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?
I think I might come back as a boatman, I feel I have some lessons that need to be learned on the open water.

 

If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be?
An alpine mountain goat would be fun. Named SureFoos.

 

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I would like to make my freckles more pronounced.

 

What is your most treasured possession?
I have some crochet/filet of my grandmother’s that I think is absolutely beautiful. No matter where I am, if I bring one of these, it can feel a little like family and home.

 

What are your favorite names?
The name Guy has always been a favorite.

 

What do you hate most of all?
Haters, or “Hatahs”

 

What natural talent would you most like to have?
I have, in general, a horrible mind for information in the short term. I would love to be able to remember an address, or what time I work without having to check and recheck and write it down before I show up half an hour early.

 

How do you wish to die?
How do YOU wish to DIE!? fa

 

What is your favorite motto?
This is a sort of motto, and it is by far my most favorite quote. Buckminster Fuller “…I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process…”

 

Lindsay & Caitlin
[Lindsay Ohse & Caitlin Mathes, broken doll arm pose]

Meet the Cast: John Holiday, countertenor

Our last Galileo Q & A comes from countertenor John Holiday, who is singing the roles of 1st Cardinal and 1st Oracle in our production. If you've seen Galileo, you've likely experienced a moment at the top of Scene 2, when this beautiful, otherworldly voice begins the interrogation and you wonder, 'wait, where is that coming from?!"

 

John is possibly one of the friendliest and most approachable people I've ever met. He has been an absolute joy to be around during this run, and I'm really hoping he can come sing with us again. He's also a person to watch -- he's definitely going to have a huge & wonderful career.

 

recantation
[John Holiday as 1st Cardinal (LH side)]

 

Meet the Cast: Richard Troxell, Older Galileo

At the beginning of the rehearsal process, I sent out some written interviews to a few members of the cast (Kevin Newbury's is here). Below, Richard Troxell, one of our Galileos, tells us the funniest embarrassing stage story I've ever heard, I think.

Unrelated true story: Richard and I were on stage together a few seasons ago. See?

Rigoletto

He was the Duke in Rigoletto; I was a concubine. He petted my hair as part of the staging. My fake hair. (My completely amazing, beautiful, long fake hair). I also got a piggyback ride from former POSA baritone José Rubio, our Cardinal/Priest in Galileo.


Anyway.

Every time you come to sing for us, I get a little pang of homesickness, because sometimes a little Mid-Atlantic accent slips into your speech. I know it well, because I'm from Maryland. You grew up there too, didn't you?

I did. I grew up in the beautiful rolling hills of Frederick County in Thurmont, Md., home to Camp David, where our leaders run off to.


Some people develop a love for opera at an early age, but many other singers say that they didn't get into it at all until much later, like maybe in college. What got you started in this art form?

Galileo Galilei: Scene 1, Opening Song


Am I blind for having knelt and lied? Or for not having knelt long enough?


The opening scene takes place on the final day of Galileo's life, in 1642. This opening scene frames the rest of the opera. All the scenes that follow — which we have already discussed — come from this moment of recollection; we imagine what Galileo would have turned over and over in his mind as he assessed the events of his life. His trial. His beloved oldest daughter. His scientific experiments. A walk in the garden with the future pope. A moment of discovery, in church with his child. The invention of his telescope. And a moment in his childhood, watching his father's opera.


There is no end to the list of things I cannot see. Her straw hat in the bottom of the boat. The rose. The telescope.


(Did you know that it's a myth that Galileo became blind by looking too long at the sun through his telescope? In truth, his many drawings of the sunspots he could see were created by projecting the telescope image of the sun onto a piece of white paper, where they could then be traced. Galileo was most likely blind due simply to cataracts and old age.)


Scene 1 is a monologue, full of longing, tinged with regret. But also, to the end, insistent that he knew what he knew; that he was right. It closes with the line he was famously supposed to have uttered after his recantation (an utterance that, however romantic, is almost certainly a myth): eppur, si muove. And yet, it moves.


The earth in all its heavenly glory around the sun was turning. Around the burning sun, the earth was turning. Now, in ignorant darkness, still I say it turns.


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Galileo Galilei: Scenes 2 & 4, Trial & Recantation

 

Galileo Galilei, Scene 3: Pears

Scene 3: Pears

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[Lindsay Ohse as Maria Celeste, rehearsing Scene 3 last week]

 

Today we're going to jump "ahead" to Scene 3: Pears, where we are introduced to Galileo's oldest daughter, known throughout the opera as Maria Celeste, the name she took upon entering the convent at the age of 16. In this scene, Maria Celeste stands in the courtyard of the Convent of San Matteo, writing a letter to her father as she completes her chores.

 

One of the letters on which this scene is based is translated as the following:

 

Most Illustrious and Beloved Lord Father,

 

As for the citron, which you commanded me, Sire, to make into candy, I have come up with only this little bit that I send you now, because I am afraid the fruit was not fresh enough for the confection to reach the state of perfection I would have liked, and indeed it did not turn out very well after all. Along with this I am sending you two baked pears for these festive days. But to present you with an even more special gift, I enclose a rose, which, as an extraordinary thing in this cold season, must be warmly welcomed by you. And all the more so since, together with the rose, you will be able to accept the thorns that represent the bitter suffering of our Lord: and also its green leaves, symbolizing the hope that we nurture (by virtue of this holy passion), of the reward that awaits us, after the brevity and darkness of the winter of the present life, when at last we will enter the clarity and happiness of the eternal spring of Heaven, which blessed God grants us by His mercy. And, ending here, I give you loving greetings, together with Suor Arcangela, and remind you, Sire, that both of us are all eagerness to hear the current state of your health. From San Matteo, the 19th of December 1625.

 

Most affectionate daughter,

Suor M. Celeste

 

I am returning the tablecloth in which you wrapped the lamb you sent; and you, Sire, have a pillowcase of ours, which we put over the shirts in the basket with the lid.

 

maria-celeste

 

What we know of Suor Maria Celeste, born Virginia Galilei in 1600, comes primarily from the 124 letters she penned to her father between 1623 and 1633. What became of the letters written prior between 1616, when she entered the convent, and 1623 -- for it's certain that such letters must have existed, given the nature of her frequent writing -- no one can say; nor do any of Galileo's responses survive.

 

Despite the portrayal in Glass's opera that Maria Celeste was quite devout, it bears noting that the cloistered life may not have been the first choice of either daughter, but rather a decision made by Galileo, due to the nature of his daughters' birth. (His second daughter, Livia, born in 1601, also entered the convent at San Matteo, taking the name Suor Arcangela). Galileo never married Marina Gamba, their mother, and although he provided for the girls throughout their lives, they were still illegitimate children. As such, it would have proved significantly more difficult to find them husbands, and Galileo also may have been concerned about the idea of paying their dowries, especially since he was saddled throughout his life with dowry payments for both of his sisters (also named Virginia and Livia). Thus, entering them into the convent was, in many ways, the easiest path (and a very common one). It remains a decision which is difficult for modern minds to understand, particularly because the Sisters of St. Clare were very poor (they were known as the Poor Clares), and he was essentially relegating the girls to a life of hard work, cold living quarters, and little food.

 

Regardless of her cloistered surroundings, Maria Celeste seems, by the nature of all her letters, to have been a woman of fundamental good spirits, sweetly humble, and full of affection for her father. She was among the most learned among the sisters at the monastery; very few of them could read or write. In her 18 years as a nun, Maria Celeste counted among her duties apothecary, scribe to the Mother Abbess, choir director, baker, and dramaturg (for the sisters were encouraged to perform small plays depicting stories from Scripture).

 

Galileo, in a letter to a colleague, described his daughter as "a woman of exquisite mind, singular goodness, and most tenderly attached to me."

 

She also clearly had a good sense of humor:

 

October 15, 1633:
But meanwhile I take endless pleasure in hearing how ardently Monsignor Archbishop perseveres in loving you and favoring you. Nor do I suspect in the slightest that you are crossed out, as you say, de libro viventium, certainly not throughout most of the world, and not even in your own country: on the contrary it seems to me from what I hear that while you may have been eclipsed or erased very briefly, now you are restored and renewed, which is a thing that stupefies me, because I am well aware that ordinarily: Nemo profeta accettus est in patria sua (I fear that my wanting to use the Latin phrase has perhaps made me utter some barbarism.)

 

September 3rd, 1633:
Lord Father, I must inform you that I am a blockhead, indeed the biggest one in this part of Italy, because seeing how you wrote of sending me seven "buffalo eggs" I believed them truly to be eggs, and planned to make a huge omelette, convinced that such eggs would be very grand indeed, and in so doing I made a merry time for Suor Luisa, who laughed long and hard at my foolishness. ["Buffalo eggs" was another term for egg-shaped lumps of mozzarella which were made from buffalo milk.]

 

Maria Celeste's combined letters make a very small volume, and yet they are utterly compelling to read. They are in many ways entirely mundane, full of the minute details of daily life: collars that need bleaching, friends who have taken ill, concern for her youngest sibling, her brother Vincenzio. She often sends, with her letters (most of which were transmitted back and forth either by servants of Galileo's household or by the caretaker at San Matteo), bits of candy or cake, small treats to entice her chronically ill father's appetite. As the convent's apothecary, she makes him pills for his many ailments, and constantly asks after and worries over his health. During his time in Rome, she manages his household affairs from her cell with nearly as much capacity as if she occupied the villa herself.

 

Maria Celeste wrote all through Galileo's trials in Rome, and there is such bittersweetness when read from the modern viewpoint; both Galileo and his daughter clearly thought, all through the Inquisition, that all would end up for the best. Never did either suspect that he would be found guilty and imprisoned.

 

Of her own health, Maria Celeste writes occasionally in her letters, although most of their content is devoted to explaining the health of those around her. How ineffably sad it is to read, then, this excerpt:

 

It does me good to hope, and also to believe firmly, that his Lordship the Ambassador, when he departs from Rome, will be bringing you the news of your dispatch, and also word that he personally will conduct you here in his company. I do not believe that I will live to see that day. May it please the Lord to grant me this grace, if it be for the best; with that thought I greet you with all my love, Sire, and the regards of our usual friends. From San Matteo in Arcetri, the 3rd of December 1633. Your Most Affectionate Daughter, Suor M. Celeste

 

Galileo's joyful homecoming took place just a week or two later, in mid-December 1633. Maria Celeste lived only three months more before dying of dysentery on April 2, 1634, at the age of 33.

Galieo Galilei: Scenes 5 & 6, Galileo's Experiments

Scenes 5 and 6 are both explorations of Galileo's scientific experiments and findings, so I'm going to talk about them together.
 

But first: SCIENCE!
 


 

Scene 6 is full of SCIENCE! Just so you know, I have been yelling SCIENCE! intermittently, at random, in the middle of the production office backstage. I encourage you to do the same. Except not in the production office, because it's already pretty crowded in there.

 

Scene 6: Incline Plane There is no singing in this scene; instead, Galileo, in spoken language, expounds on his findings on the inclined plane.

I can't tell you what Philip Glass or Mary Zimmerman intended to happen during the long musical interlude here (because, as I've mentioned previously, all stage directions have been accidentally excluded from the score). What I can tell you is what's happening on our stage, which is, basically, six minutes of gleeful wonder at the process of scientific discovery. IT'S AWESOME!

Using a ladder and a beautiful replica of Galileo's inclined plane, our cast of characters explore three of Galileo's most important scientific experiments.

 

Galileo Galilei: Scene 7, A Walk in the Garden

Scene 7: A Walk in the Garden
 

Galileo: Both nature and holy scripture are the outward forms of Holy Spirit. Yet I think you might agree, the Bible is a book about how to go to Heaven -- not how the heavens go.
Barberini: Very clever, Galileo. Of course the mind of God is beyond what we can imagine. Even with your telescope, you cannot see that far.
 

In this scene, Galileo visits the garden of Cardinal Maffeo Barberini, a long-time close acquaintance. The Cardinal greets Galileo warmly, and reads a section of a poem he's composed for the astronomer, called "Dangerous Adulation."
 

When the moon shines and displays
Its golden procession, and its gleaming fires In its serene orbit
A strange pleasure draws us and rivets our gaze.
This one looks up at the shining evening star
And the terrible star of Mars
And the track colored with the luster of milk
That one sees your light, oh Cynosure.


Or another marvels at either the heart of the Scorpion
Or the torch of the Dog Star
Or the satellites of Jupiter
Or the ears of father Saturn
Discovered by your glass, O learned Galileo . . .

 

Not always, beyond the radiance that shines
Does it become clear to us:
We notice the black defects on the sun
(Who would believe it?)
By your art, Galileo.

 

"It goes on nineteen stanzas," the Cardinal continues. "I'll let you read it at your leisure."


the cardinal
(Nicholas Nelson as Cardinal Barberini, in rehearsal)