Rondo magazine, equipped with good ears, but also with a hefty dose of that old-boys-club kind of mucky sexism that leaves a sticky film on nearly every surface, is reviewing the new Mozart album of Sabine Devieilhe.
The part you should focus on is: Mozart album of Sabine Devieilhe.
(the part you should not focus on is the “ho-ho-ho, Mozart swear words! Connoisseurs cluck their tongue at Devieilhe in enjoyment! Look how her dating the conductor surely must have figured into this recording!”, and I am quoting this near verbatim. Pass me the scotch. No, I don’t want to drink it. I need the bottle for some knuckle-smashing.)
The concept is smart: Devieilhe is singing Mozart repertory written for the Weber sisters (one who did not want to marry him, one who did marry him, and the third one being the one who got away unscathed) which covers a lot of different genres, styles and settings, but keeps a common focus. You’ve got my attention.
Devieilhe, Haïm, Mingardo.
You know where you want to be this summer?
Particularly on July 1st, 4th, 6th, 9th, 12th and 14th.
A staged production of Handel’s “Trionfo” at the Théâtre de l’Archevêché, staged by Warlikowski, so it will be high regietheater, and conducted by Haïm (who will bring Le Concert d’Astrée), so it will be very true to Baroque and very accessible.
And, dear God, the cast. Aside from the leading ladies (Mingardo! Let the swooning commence! Also, can you imagine Devieilhe going into “Un pensiero nemico di pace” with Haïm?!), Franco Fagioli and Michael Spyres don’t exactly hurt the record, either.
I am ogling flights to Marseilles as I type this. On a more realistic level (and more in concordance with my post-doc non-tenure salary), I am crossing my fingers for Arte Concert to keep us covered. Please, please, please.