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The Soprano Who Came In From Her Cold

Speight Jenkins steps out from the wings just before the opening curtain on La Traviata to announce that the star of the show, soprano Eglise Gutiérrez, is suffering from a cold...but will perform regardless. Knowing murmurs (and not a few coughs) rustle through the audience: in the opera, the soprano's character has consumption and expires. Was this a pre-excuse for a sub-par performance?

    

It's the original Anna Nicole story: first you party, then you die. Yes, there's torment, but pleasure comes first. A familiar operatic plot (Moulin Rouge, La Bohème), telegraphed by the heroine's consumptive hack as the curtain rises: she's a-gonna croak before the night's out.

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  • For $1,375,000 you too can own the seven-bedroom, six-bath, single-family home that Phinneywood noted as the most expensive house on the block.
  • The curtain's nearly up for the five finalists with the most host potential in the Seattle Opera's American Idol-esque search for "Confessions of a First-Time Operagoer." Choose your favorite opera-lovin' guide who you think won't bore you to tears.
  • A <em>Marriage of Figaro</em> That's Open to All

    Opposite marriage be praised, Miss California! Seattle Opera's production of The Marriage of Figaro (through May 16; tickets: $25-$182) celebrates matrimony both madcap and sentimental, and, along the way, introduces Seattle audiences to a stellar performer, a German mezzo soprano named Daniela Sidram in the "pants" role of Cherubino.

    That would be Speight [rhymes with "eight"] the cultural icon, general director of Seattle Opera: white-haired, courtly, soft-spoken. A Texas native, attorney, and journalist who for the past 25 years has run our little band of singers and players, shrewdly and tastefully transforming the local troupe from an also-ran into one of the nation's most respected opera companies. In a city reluctant to bestow official recognition to anything artsy, the official proclamation of April 25 as Speight Jenkins Day is a good thing.

      

    "Don't Go There" could well be the subtitle of this production by Seattle Opera of Bela Bartok's one-act opera, composed in the last days of the Austro-Hungarian empire and the first days of a new, post-Wagnerian musical order. Onstage, the proscenium is surrounded by a Klimt-like gilt frame; in the pit, an orchestra of 100 musicians play harsh, unfamiliar tones without melody.

    Seattle Opera Fishes for Pearls

    The best music in George Bizet's early opera, The Pearl Fishers, comes barely 10 minutes after the curtain rises; it's a justly celebrated duet between childhood buddies Nadir and Zurga. Nadir is sung by William Burden, who impressed local audiences last season in Iphigenia; he's a tenor, so you know he's going to get the girl, while Christopher Feigum, a baritone, sings Zurga, and you know he's going go through some soul-searching before he Does The Right Thing, in this case burning down the village that's just elected him chief so that his BFF and the girl (a fallen priestess) can make their getaway.

    Stalk Of The Town

    It's been a long time since Kim had a tourist to show around, so she's looking forward to giving her father a stellar tour of Seattle and its environs. On the agenda: Chateau Ste. Michelle, Bainbridge Island, the Fremont troll, and plenty of great food--finally an excuse to go to the Kingfish! Before pops arrives, she'll kick the weekend off right, with Sera Cahoone and Zoe Muth tonight at the Tractor.

    There's one more performance of Portland Opera's Fidelio coming up on Saturday; it's well sung, with performers familiar to Seattle Opera fans: Greer Grimsley (the vengeful prison commander Pizarro), Arthur Woodley (good-hearted jailer Rocco), Jay Hunter Morris (the political prisoner Florestan). Lori Phillips (above) sings Leonore (aka Fidelio).

    The P-I reports that Seattle Symphony conductor Gerard Schwarz has announced he'll step down at the end of the 2010-11 season. What is that, 25 years as music director? Like his director-doppelganger Speight Jenkins at Seattle Opera, Schwarz arrived in the mid-'80s and built a good-enough-for-Seattle organization into a nationally noticed one, albeit with more of a brash, East coast management style that's kept the orchestra split into friends-of-Gerry and I-spit-on-your-grave factions. We used to truck Gerry around to donor events when they were building Benaroya Hall, and, man, can that guy work a crowd. (However, he also lost a pen we loaned him, so that's a demerit.) He says he'll hang around town and guest conduct--he's also done some composing which we liked quite a bit. All in all, the future looks pretty rosy for the Schwarzes.

    It's the most extravagant of all operas. In fact, the spectacle of Aida (that triumphal march! those elephants!) often outshines the music and singing. Not this time. Seattle Opera's current production of Verdi's masterpiece is a finely integrated staging and immensely satisfying night of theater.

    God damn Bellini for writing an opera that requires four incredibly brilliant bel canto singers. And damn him again for a piece that runs well over three hours without a skerrick of a plot. God damn Seattle Opera for waiting until now to stage this rough beast.

    The Puget Sound area boasts a blossoming theatre and art culture with a variety of up-and-coming artists. It keeps us very busy, and this weekend is no exception, when Seattle Opera’s talented Young Artists are presenting Puccini's Gianni Schicchi and Ravel's Enchanted Child. The two one-act productions open this evening at the Theatre at Meydenbauer Center in downtown Bellevue.

    None of this stuff about "timeless" settings for Tosca: the story takes place in Rome over a specific, eventful weekend in June, 1800, as Napoleon's troops are invading Piedmont on Italy's northern border.


    Picture a small town in the south (southern Italy in the 1950s, as it happens) where people talk slow and not much happens until the sun goes down and the church bells ring. (Think Faulkner, Song of the South, Porgy and Bess.) Then a travelling circus comes to town, a whole troupe of clowns (those irrespressible pagliacci), squeezed into a real clown car, a tiny black Fiat 500. You can guess what happens next: sex, jealousy, violence and death.

    When we're not blogging about food, wine and opera, Seattlest works as the sommelier at Sorrentino atop Queen Anne. (Keeps us out of the bars, don't you know.)

    One of the great things about Seattle Opera's Young Artists fall show is that while it's staged and costumed, that's about all you get. The set is "suggested," the lighting minimal, the props bare essentials. So what's on display are the singers' voices and any dramatic talent -- plus, CHAC, compared to McCaw Hall, feels pretty much like your living room.

    Saturday, Tera will give herself a VIP tour at the opening of Aritzia. She will follow this potentially hectic event by introducing a friend to her newest wine obsession - Twisted Cork. Sunday she will trek to Qwest and root for Chicago, uh, eh, oops...Seattle. Yes, root for the Seahawks. Jack's heading to the Showbox proper tonight to see Canadian indie pop band Stars. Sunday, he's hoping to see Rex Grossman slip into old...

    Trouble in Tahiti / Rita: Seattle Young Artists Program @ CHAC

    Gluck's operatic masterpiece, the much-neglected Iphigenia In Tauris, premiered this weekend at Seattle Opera. Inexplicably, it's only been staged once at the New York Met, and that was some 90 years ago. In Seattle, never. But it's suddenly hot: San Francisco and Chicago did a co-production with Covent Garden last year, and the Met, looking to spread the cost and risk of staging new productions, asked Seattle to co-sponsor a new Iphigenia, enlisting the artistic team of director Stephen Wadsworth and stage designer Thomas Lynch.

    We start things off this weekend with a simple two words from Donte: Muthafucking Justice!

    On a weekend when Blue Angels were literally drenching Seattle skies with violent peals of thunder, Seattle Opera's new production of Flying Dutchman saturated McCaw Hall with vibrant voices and reverberant horns.

    A new musical genre: not heavy metal, but fiberglass.

    BOOK CRUSH: Librarian Nancy Pearl“s latest book is Book Crush, a guide to books you loved when you were growing up. How does she know? Head over to the launch party and find out.

    Just to be clear, while it's called Falstaff -- and there's a lot of Falstaffian drinking, gorging, and attempted wenching in it -- this is really Verdi's Merry Wives of Windsor. Falstaff's boozy run at two of them starts things off, but they take over from there. We have all sorts of compromising connections to Seattle Opera, so don't take our word for how good this show is. Take the word of the guy we dragged along, Lyle George, who said: "That was surprising. From the website, I thought it was a second-tier thing. But I'm ready to go see it again." Strong cast, scenic set, terrific direction by Peter Kazaras. "I've never seen an opera cast that looks as thoroughly comfortable onstage as do the singers in this Falstaff," says the Weekly. Have you? You won't know unless you go, will you?

    "What passion cannot music raise and quell?" It's a question Dryden asked centuries ago, as relevant in today's rap lyrics as in the vocal and instrumental curlicues of the Baroque era: joys, hopes, sorrows and fears can all be expressed in verse. Some 200 years before Mozart, 400 years before 50 Cent, Eminem and Three 6 Mafia, Handel was laying the groundwork.

    Wednesday, February 21

    AUTHOR, AUTHOR: In Bich Minh Nguyen's memoir, Stealing Buddha's Dinner, a young family escapes from Vietnam shortly before the fall of Saigon and relocates to Grand Rapids, Michigan. "In her recreation of a world populated by family ties, Ritz crackers, and Judy Blume books, she has captured the 1980s with perfection," says Kirkus Reviews.

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