Everything turns out in the end - Turandot in Valencia with Semenchuk, Kunde and López Moreno - Sir Mark Elder conducts, Alex Ollé directs

Turandot is an operatic masterpiece. But it’s staging remains highly problematic. The two main characters, Calaf and Turandot, who does not even sing in the first act, have tour de force roles. If they cannot sing, then any production is a disaster. But the roles are very demanding and asking them to act as well is probably beyond most humans. Turandot’s character is perhaps uniquely static in opera, apart from Gianni Schicchi, of course, who does nothing but lie there to fulfil his role. Turandot, on the other hand, must have a powerful voice. There is that wonderful end of scene when she must stand out against an orchestra playing forte, a stage full of chorus in full voice, and the rest of the cast giving everything.  It is musical magic but does need a lot of wind. The role, however, does not allow much scope for acting or even action.

Calaf, on the other hand, can be mobile, especially in the first act. But, after sounding his gong at the end of the act, he spends most of his time pondering. And singing, of course, and that often has to be very powerful. The body does have its limits.

There are two lesser characters in Timur and Liu. Timur is old, lame and blind, so without Liu's help, he cannot credibly add movement. Liu has two very demanding sections and, it has to be said, has the opera’s best music. At other times, however, she is tied to Timur’s immobility.

Ping, Pang and Pong, the triple act of priests, sometimes threatening, sometimes comic, at root fed up with their lot, do offer a director an opportunity for action. This is often translated to dance, but the roles actually have some demanding singing, and finding a singer who can dance as well is hard – let alone three! This often leads directors to split the roles between different people – one who dances and one who sings for each role. For the audience, this creates spectacle but does nothing for the drama.

Add to this mix the Prince of Persia, whose only role in act one is to be beheaded, an emperor in failing health, and not in full voice, let alone full body, and then minor roles which hardly figure, and one concludes that finding action in Turandot is not easily solved.

The chorus, therefore, is the opera’s main stay in terms of action. But the chorus has to do quite a lot of singing at high volume. The solution for designers is often to tier the stage with the singers occupying the gallery, whilst the action takes place at ground level. Productions often resort to a fashion show, where poor oppressed Chinese peasants wear glittering colourful costumes. Not in Valencia…

So how about this production in the hands of Alex Ollé in Valencia? Galleries for the chorus were used. These consisted of Escher-like staircases that went up and down leading nowhere. The costumes were largely black (for peasants and guards) or white for dignitaries. The principles, Calaf, Timur and Liu wore tertiary neutrals.

The use of black and white was clearly indicative of a society where there was no political power for the masses, and no desire to accommodate them on behalf of the elite. This totalitarian society thus maintained itself by recruiting soldiers from the masses – (hence dressed in black) – who oppressed the masses from which they came on behalf of the white-clad elite.

There were no dancers until the temptresses for Calaf in act three, so Ping, Pang and Pong had to do their own vaudeville routines, which worked to an extent. The problem in this production with Ping, Pang and Pong was their roles. They simply did not know who they were. In act one they appear on the street as drunken louts who taunt Calaf about his obsession with Turandot. Their concern did not convince. They are revealed in act two as army officers who inexplicably had a day off when the Prince of Persia was being beheaded! They are disgruntled about the role they feel they have to play. It comes as no surprise. Then in act three they are dressed in white – presumably priests and therefore part of the elite – when trying to attempt to persuade Calaf not to go through with his plan. Doubling these roles with dancers adds confusion. To make their three appearances seem like different characters makes no sense whatsoever. Even the implied transition from street to elite did not communicate, as a result of the functional roles they have to play in the drama.

So what then were the pluses in this production? Above all, it was act three. The final scene of Turandot was not written by Puccini who had died with the completion of Liu’s suicide. Liu killed herself so as not to divulge Calaf’s name, and she killed herself out of love for him. This leads Turandot to a change of heart. If love can do that for Liu, maybe she should try it?

No, the final scene of Turandot is usually dramatically about as convincing as Ping, Pang and Pong’s characterization in this production. Apparently, this icy princess, who has killed every suitor that has approached her, suddenly has a change of heart. It’s about his convincing a sainthood to a nonbeliever.

Alex Ollé in this production saved his master stroke until the end and – after many years of seeing productions of the opera – this was dramatically convincing and wholly in character. Calaf and Turandot walk around the dead Liu whose body remains in full view, professing their selfish love for one another, which really is love for themselves and their own interests. But Turandot does not convince anyone. Surely, she is leading her suitor on.

In Alex Ollé’s version, Turandot retrieves Liu's knife and hides it in her sleeve. Then, as she admits that it was love that changed everything, she too commits suicide as the chorus repeats Calaf’s earlier “Vincero”, meaning that it is Turandot who won in the end, still her pure self in death. She has not compromised and it makes an utterly convincing finale.

Add to that Mark Elder’s insistence that “Nessun dorma” should finish dramatically in context and not with rousing major chord and applause for the tenor. So the evening was musically convincing as well.

So what had been up to that last act an average performance of the opera, beautifully sung and played, of course, not withstanding the poor characterization of some roles and an average staging, was elevated to magical status by making sense. Gregory Kunde, Ekatarina Senenchuk, and Carolina López Moreno as the principles was superb as well, but it is the ending that will endure.

When superlatives are not enough – Josep Vicent and Anna Federova with ADDA Simfónica in Rachmaninov and Mahler

 

Last night the 2025-2026 season of ADDA concerts was brought to close. On paper, for a seasoned concert goer, there was nothing particularly outstanding on the program. We were to hear Rachmaninov’s Paganini Rhapsody, and then the First Symphony of Mahler. In the end, the performances of both works approached perfection and originality. Despite the fact that both works were very familiar, the performances achieved memorable status, in the Rachmaninov because of the level of communication between the soloist and the orchestra, and then the Mahler because of the highly original approach to the work taken by Josep Vicent, conductor and artistic director of ADDA Simfónica.

Anna Federova was soloist in the Rachmaninov Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini. The ADDA audience had a preview of the music during the previous concert when Andrey Baronov played the Caprice number 24 as an encore. Rachmaninov’s variations on the same theme are an orchestral showpiece. There is rhythm and colour in every phrase, but despite all the massive contributions from the orchestra, the composer manages never to impinge on the soloist’s audibility. This is not surprising, since Sergei Rachmaninov was writing the piece to show off his own skills as a pianist, but the handling of the orchestra is also literally brilliant. Everything seems to shine, but the Rachmaninov bells are still in evidence.

The work contains the eighteenth variation, of course, which is become without doubt one of the most popular pieces in the repertoire. It is how it is hard not to sound clichéd in this music, but, as ever, the pace of the performance without pauses between the variations keep the work alive. Context is all – and breaking that context is a recipe for disaster. But ADDA Simfónica under Joseph Vicent brought the whole work to life, not just the famous bit! Anna Fedorova's playing was superb throughout, as would be expected from a soloist who has become so famous for her interpretation of Rachmaninov.

The eighteenth variation also provided the first encore. This was followed by a solo piece by Rachmaninoff, the Prelude Opus 32 number 12 I think. The music did not surprise because it is well known, but the musicianship of all concerned approached perfection.

And then to the second half featuring Mahler’s Symphony No1. I point out that this is the sixth time I have heard the work in concert performance in the last decade. I have probably heard it broadcast many times as well. It was, however, the first time that ADDA Simfónica have played it in a concert that I also attended. I was therefore prepared to renew an acquaintance with a work that I know well and that I first heard about sixty years ago in a recording by Bruno Walter.

Put simply, I have never heard Mahler’s First Symphony played like this. Josep Vicent’s take on the music – because it was surely a personal re-examination of the score that led to this performance – stressed the impressionistic nature of the first movement. The composer himself stated that it is supposed to be infused with nature. It is supposed to be evocative of sounds that one might hear on a country walk. Josep Vicent used rubato throughout the first movement, whenever it would make a point of stressing the detail of every sound combination that Mahler wrote. The off-stage trumpets of the start were miles distant, but the variable rhythm allowed the conductor to bring to the fore every detail of the score. Also clear was how easy is the transition in the slow movement from funeral march to Jewish klezmer. And again the use of tempo change stressed the contrast.

The result was just like hearing the music for the first time, so differently did the performance bring out the contrasts in this music. The approach was wholly original, ADDA Simfónica clearly enjoyed the challenge, it was a clear triumph for Josep Vicent and superlatives were not enough to describe the effect.

Perhaps the best performance by a soloist in a lifetime: Andrey Baronov plays Taneyev’s Suite in ADDA Alicante

After over fifty years of concert going, it is unusual to attend an orchestral concert that features three works, each more than a century old, that one has not heard before. I have recordings of all three works, of course, but they have not figured regularly on my personal playlist. When such experience is coupled with a solo performance that ranks amongst the best I have ever heard, then you might conclude that the experience was memorable. The experience in Alicante’s ADDA auditorium last night suppressed surpassed that by a long way.

The works concerned date from 1907, 1882 and 1897. They are respectively the Suite for Violin an Orchestra by Sergey Taneyev and Dvořák’s Domov muj, My Homeland Op62 and A Hero’s Song Op111. Taneyev’s music - especially his orchestral works – do not figure regularly on concert programmes in Western Europe, whilst Dvořák’s symphonies and orchestral dances figure regularly, whilst his tone poems do not.

A Hero’s Song, the programme notes told the audience, is probably a short autobiography of its composer. At the time of the work’s composition, Antonin Dvorak was almost sixty and had returned from his teaching in the United States. The work suffers none of the pomp and obvious self-marketing of Richard Strauss’s attempt at the same idea. Richard Strauss was still in his thirties when he wrote the grandiose Ein Heldenleben, A Hero’s Life. Both in concept and hearing it could not present more different experience than that Antonin Dvořák composed on, basically, the same idea.

Symphonic in structure but spanning a single movement lasting less than 25 minutes, A Hero’s Song Op111 is recognizably the music of Dvořák, but it has modernistic directions in its writing. It is scored for a large orchestra, which is used by the composer to create tones and colours rather than a blunderbuss. Unlike Strauss’s Ein Heldenleben, A Hero’s Song was indeed the composer’s final orchestral work. If it is autobiographical, it is upbeat about things in general. There is a slow section that contains a funeral march, but then we all go there. Generally, the music dances, its way through its twenty minutes, but there are moments when Dvorak simply delights in the sounds that he can write for a full orchestra. And, though the work ends proudly upbeat, there is real humility in this music, as if the composer was saying to posterity, “That is who I am and that is what I can do. It’s now up to you!”

The performance of A Hero’s Song was preceded in the second half of the concert by Dvořák’s overture Domov muj, My Homeland, in which the composer celebrated Czech Theatre. This is middle Dvořák, after, it has to be said, that he had thrown off his mid-century tendency to gigantism when his compositions – the early symphony is for example – run to great length. My Homeland is a celebration of themes which were well known to his audience. The non-Czechs in an audience simply revel in the melodies.

This evening finished with the Slavonic Dance Op 72 No2 and in a second half devoted to three works by Dvořák, we had covered the nationalism, the folkloric dancing, and the serious introspection that characterized his work. Rossen Milanov’s conducting brought out all three sides of the composer’s music. He is clearly passionate about the music of Antonin Dvořák.

The first half of the concert had been devoted to a single work. And the Suite for Violin and Orchestra Op28 by Sergey Taneyev, at over forty minutes, is longer than most concerti for the instrument. The composer chose not to use to use the title “concerto”, but this is a vast work, making concerto-like demands on the soloist. Across its five movements, there is no obvious use of sonata form and the music – in the wrong hands – could appear episodic. Hence the title, “suite”.

But under the baton of Rossen Milanov and especially with Andrey Baronov as soloist, what we heard was not only virtuosic playing, but also a work that deserves to be more central in the repertoire of violin and orchestra.

Its five movements were diverse. It opens with a Prelude, a dialogue between soloist and orchestra, reminiscent in my ear, at least, to the opening of the first concerto of Shostakovich. This is music that seems to be searching for a home and then decides just to keep wandering. The movement that follows could have been written by Respighi some years later. It is almost pop music, but its neoclassical style twists and turns the thematic material is surprising ways.

The Fairy Tale that follows was surely in Sergei Prokofiev’s mind when he wrote his first violin concerto. The violin appears to be alone in a land of strange orchestral colours and a succession of broken phrases. As fairytales go, it is something magical.

The biggest of the five movements, Theme and Variations comes next. Taneyev was here showing off how many styles in which he could present what is really a rather trite theme. It holds together because of its virtuosity, the solo part being dominant without being domineering.

The finale is a Tarantella that dances its way out of a work that has lasted over forty minutes. The movement is reminiscent of those biting scherzos that became popular amongst composers in the mid twentieth century, but its teeth were not so sharp, and the music remains celebratory.

And so ended the real surprise that will change my listening habits. I do have a recording of the piece, but it’s a recording that I have hardly played. It may now even become worn out.

Lastly, I must record that Andrey Baranov’s playing as soloist in Taneyev’s Suite must rank amongst the most impressive performances that I have ever heard. Not only was he committed to the music, with which he clearly was a good deal more familiar than anyone in the audience, but he made every phrase communicative. The suite is not a concerto, so he had no cadenza in which to show off. But the result was much more than a suite of unrelated pieces. It became more of a dialogue between orchestra and violin that made musical and experiential sense. It is not often that a soloist takes repeated curtain calls to the unanimous applause – not just bow waving – of the entire orchestra, but Andrey Baranov did just that. This was not merely memorable: it went way beyond that.

As an encore, Andrey Baranov chose to play the 24th Caprice of Paganini, which was an interesting choice, because next time the ADDA audience will hear Rachmaninov’s Rhapsody on the same piece.

Armenian National Philharmonic Orchestra conducted by Eduard Topchjan with Sergey Khachatryan as soloist

The program for the Armenian National Philharmonic Orchestra conducted by Eduard Topchjan listed three works. These were, in printed order, the Brahms Violin Concerto with Sergey Khachatryan as soloist, Francesca de Rimini of Tchaikovsky, and then Khachaturian’s Gayaneh. What we heard was considerably different.

The concert actually opened with two movements from Khachaturian’s suite from Spartacus. It certainly was not the Brahms Concerto, which we had expected. It was already going to be quite a long concert, so it was with some relief that the piece that followed was the concerto.

Sergey Khachatryan is a world-renowned violinist. For a seasoned concert goer, there is not much more to say about the Brahms concerto, except to comment on the playing of the soloist. Sergey Khachatryan’s playing was technically perfect and indeed elegant. Personally, I found his reading of the work rather too mechanically expressive. His quiet sections, I found, were excessively quiet and on occasions I found the orchestra overpowered his playing, which is a characteristic I do not often find in this concerto. Personally, I find this concerto works best in the concert hall when the soloist does not try to over interpret. There is enough structure in Brahms’s writing, and the drama is all in the music. This is not a criticism of Sergey Khachatryan’s playing, it is a statement of my own prejudice. Certainly the audience was enthusiastic about the performance.

The soloist gave a substantial encore. Against almost a drone of tremolo played by the front desks of the first violin, Sergey Khachatryan played a modal piece that I suggest was Havoun, havoun by Grigor Narekatski. The piece was written in the tenth century by an Armenian monk and mystic, also known as Gregory of Narek. This is music that the soloist plays regularly as an encore. It does not offer any opportunity to show off, being rather quiet, modal, and slow. What it does display is control, spirituality, and identity. It was received in silence by an attentive audience who absorbed every note. We then had an interval.

Thoroughly expecting Tchaikovsky’s tone poem Francesca de Rimini after the break, the audience was surprised to hear the opening bassoon solos of the Fantasy Overture Romeo and Juliet, which did not appear on the printed program at all. The Armenian Philharmonic gave a spirited performance of an intensely dramatic work, which, somehow, did not approach tragedy.

Then, expecting Gayaneh of Khachaturian, the audience got their performance of Tchaikovsky’s tone poem Francesca de Rimini. This is an enormous piece, described in the program as one of the composer’s most powerful works. It is a real opportunity for an orchestra to show off, and the Armenian Philharmonic Orchestra did just that. In over five decades and once going, this was the first time I had heard the piece “live”, and it makes a considerable sound, with paroxysms of modulation, peppered with gigantic brass chords. The work makes a vast statement and the playing was up to the challenge.

Khachaturian’s Gayaneh is for another day. It was not the encore!

 

 

Yui Higashijima in Schumann's Piano Concerto with the Elche Orchestra under Achim Holub in ADDA, Alicante

 

Yui Higashijima won the third Alicante Piano Competition “Gonzalo Soriano” in 2025. As part of her prize, she was invited to play a concerto with the Elche Symphony Orchestra. The Schumann Piano Concerto was chosen, and last night she played the concerto with the orchestra in one of three concerts in the cycle. This particular concert took place in the ADDA auditorium in Alicante, and there will be another performance in Torrevieja tonight.

As one of the organisers of the competition in Alicante, I would be expected to give a positive review of the concert and the playing of the soloist. I will not disappoint. But I will go considerably further than that.

I have heard the Schumann Piano Concerto many times in concert and literally hundreds of times in broadcasts and recordings. As anyone who reads my reviews regularly will already know, I maintain that I have a musical blind spot when it comes to Robert Schumann. I often find his music rather empty, with emotion worn on the sleeve of his frockcoat to make up for the absence of the real thing. Well, I realized last night that, in order to understand this music, I needed someone who could communicate the musical experience with both confidence and vision.

The first thing to note is the tempo marking on the first movement. It is “alegro affettuoso”. Now, in previous hearings of the work, I was never musically conscious of the intellectual conflict that Schumann wanted to describe. The conflict is between a youthful vigorous figure and more contemplative character who is conscious of humanity’s darker side. Whether on previous occasions this conflict has been lacking in the interpretations I have heard or whether I missed it in my eagerness to pre-judge the composer, I have no idea.

But last night in the hands of Yui Higashijima, and under the expert and committed direction of Achim Holub, the musical conflict took centre stage. Soloist and conductor were not afraid to vary the tempi to stress the dialogue which leads to conflicting arguments. Now this sounds simple, but in performance it requires discussion, rehearsal and execution. Anyone who has performed in public will know that “getting it done” can be paramount. To exert control and interpretation to this level of performance is a real achievement and both soloist and conductor were of the same mind. Together, they opened the ears of this particular listener, who came away from the performance, as if hearing the work for the first time. Perhaps I had heard it for the first time, all the previous occasions, being “hearings”, not “listenings”.

Yui Higashijima’s performance of the piece was simply outstanding. She brought meaning and shaped to every phrase of the score. Achim Holub’s conducting was expert. He demanded a lot of the Elche Orchestra and the players responded with perfection. I will simply never listen to the concerto again, or indeed, Robert Schumann’s music in general, without having this performance in mind as a new benchmark.

Yui Higashijima followed with an encore of one of Mozart’s well-known rondos, the one in D major K485. It was interesting to hear how she played this familiar music. She managed to emphasize the surprises without being without losing the overall playfulness of Mozart’s music. Perhaps Yui Higashijima worked magic with Mozart as well!

The concert was subtitled “Portraits of Romanticism”, and the phrase was important. Having heard Schumann’s mid-century version, we then heard the Elche Orchestra under Achim Holub perform the Symphony No. 4 of Johannes Brahms from 1885. By the fourth symphony, it seemed that Brahms had relaxed a little. Again, the music was given space to express itself and it did so with expert guidance and playing. When last year the same orchestra also played the Brahms Symphony No. 4 in a concert, I wrote that there were some difficulties with the experience. The first movement on that occasion lacked shape. Not so on this occasion, when clearly the direction of Achim Holub made a real difference that reshaped the experience. Last year, the work was listed as lasting 42 minutes and this year it was 45. The three minutes extra were probably of the result of Achim Holub’s choice of tempi. Clearly an expert in the performance of Brahms symphonies, he conducted from memory and successfully transmitted his personal feelings for the music to the orchestral playing, which was nothing less than superb.

 

 

Carl Orff's Carmina Burana in Cluj

The Academic College – Auditorium Maximum, Cluj-Napoca

Choir and Orchestra of the Transylvania State Philharmonic

Gergely Madaras conductor

Andreea Guriță Novac soprano

Andrea Mirchev tenor

Geani Brad baritone

Carl Orff - Carmina Burana

Sceptical about yet another Carmina Burana, and yet I need not have worried. There was nothing else available, so I booked it.

The hall has a rounded end and at first sight would focus the sound. Well it did, but in a very musical way. What we heard was a quite brilliant acoustic, when every sound was crisp and clearly defined. Add to that the tempi choice of the conductor, Georgely Madaras, and the mix was perfect.

The tempi were all quite fast and he used quite a lot of accelerando. The music seemed to chase itself along and early on I was worried that the baritone would get left behind. Appropriately, the tenor wore a white jacket and the soprano a red dress. These soloists were all more than competent and really acted out the roles they sang. The tenor had the right mix of humour and pain to be convincing.

Above all the chorus made the evening. They were together, responsive to the tempi changes and very enthusiastic. The orchestral playing was brilliant, and the audience lapped it up, finishing with one of those applause sessions in unison that are so popular in eastern Europe.

BBC National Orchestra of Wales plays Grace Williams, Saint-Saens and Elgar under Jaime Martín with Akiko Suwanai

 

Last night’s concert in ADDA, Alicante was given by BBC National Orchestra of Wales under Jaime Martín with Akiko Suwanai as soloist. On the face of the published schedule, they were just two works, the third violin concerto of Saint-Saens and Elgar’s Enigma Variations. A little short, one might think… Well think again!

The evening’s programme scheduled a third work, a substantial piece as well. It was Grace Williams’s Sea Sketches for string orchestra. At nearly twenty minutes, this rendered the concert’s length substantial at least.

Written in 1944 by its Welsh composer, Sea Sketches predates Britten's Peter Grimes, which, of course, includes the now separately performed Sea Interludes. Sea Sketches by Grace Williams comprises five movements that explore the sonorities of a string orchestra, as well as giving an impressionistic portrait of the sea in five different pictures– in wind, in song, with mysterious sirens, breaking on the shore and becalmed in summer. The textures of Grace Williams’s writing for strings stressed the coolness of a windy beach, with neo-classical flavours hardening the language of late Romanticism. One might think of Britten’s string writing when listening to Sea Sketches, but Grace Williams in the piece speaks to an audience with her own voice and communicates her own personal feelings. Grace Williams died almost fifty years ago, and her music richly deserves a wider audience.

Akiko Suwanai was soloist in Saint-Saen’s Violin Concerto No. 3. Her playing was simply breathtaking. From the work’s quiet opening and then into the opening allegro, she gave everything the work needed. If Saint-Saens was anything, he was a composer of technical mastery, and in this concerto there is both real dialogue between the orchestra and soloist and, indeed, that dialogue is always audible. The composer’s handling of the orchestra is nothing less than expert. A listener is always aware of its power to dominate, always conscious of its lines of argument, but also confident that none of the soloist’s statements will be drowned.

The slow movement was pure delight after the energy of the opening. Its longer lines allowed Akiko Suwanai to show the lyrical side of her playing, and she used the opportunity to give a beautiful performance, stressing the elegance of this music. The final allegro is again full of energy and Akiko Suwanai’s playing reproduced the communication of the first movement. It was a superb performance of the spectacular music. Akiko Suwanai gave the audience a little unaccompanied Bach has an encore. As she played alone, it was interesting to note how attentively even the orchestra listened.

Elgar’s Enigma Variations is so well-known seems unnecessary to say any more about it. But the work as a whole is not as well known as the Nimrod variation, which is often played stand-alone. It is decades since I last heard a live performance of the entire work, and I was struck by the extreme dynamics, the composer demands.

A challenge of variation writing is to keep an audience interested in the familiar. Elgar’s solution in Enigma is to present the theme and then fourteen variations which exploit the full range of orchestral possibilities. Each variation is ostensibly a portrait of an individual and the composer ups the pace by keeping the variations short, except of course, for Nimrod, which is always too short for an audience from an audience's point of view.

What had turned out to be quite a long concert finished with a Russian encore, Glinka’s Russlan and Ludmilla Overture. It was played with real gusto and enthusiasm, as was everything else we heard. What a delight, also, to hear a British Orchestra playing two works by British composers on a foreign tour.