From Time Out New York, here is my review of “Words of Michelangelo,” the new CD of works by Shostakovich led by Gianandrea Noseda and featuring basso Ildar Abdrazakov.
Earlier this season at the Met, I was blown away by Abdrazakov’s Alidoro in La Cenerentola—sung with a patrician, long-breathed line and an airiness truly astonishing from such a rich-toned singer. (It’s la scuola di Muti, I’m telling you.)
Abdrazakov appears in recital with Olga Borodina at Carnegie Hall on 25 April (I can’t be there, feh); he is Mustafà to the Lindoro of Juan Diego Flórez in Washington National Opera’s L’Italiana in Algeri, which opens on 13 May.
Abdrazakov is from Bashkortostan—in Tatar, “Başqortostan Respublikası.” (Tatar is hot.)
As for Maestro Noseda, vilaine fille was even more impressed with his conducting when she revisited the Met Forza. Highlights: His dark, fiery account of the sinfonia; the diaphanous tones he drew from the chorus in “La vergine degli angeli”; the uneasy rhythm underpinning “Solenne in quest’ora,” such that you knew Nothing good will come of this; and those searing, from-the-beyond final measures, with the curtain delayed (grazie, maestro), so that we could savor Verdi’s genius and that of the Met’s gallant signori professori d’orchestra.
Noseda’s season continues with the BBC Philharmonic, of which he is principal conductor, and the Stresa Festival. In 2007, at the Teatro Regio di Torino, he leads Dvořák’s Rusalka. He returns to the Met in 2007-08 to lead Verdi’s Un ballo in maschera.
Speaking of Abdrazakov and Muti, vilaine fille has been poring over Verdi’s Attila in anticipation of the Met production. (2009-10 is right around the corner, mes poules!) How can you not love an opera with lines like
Ma noi, donne italiche,
cinte di ferro il seno,
sul fumido terreno
sempre vedrai pugnar!
[But we, women of Italy,
our breasts girt in iron—
ever will you see us do battle
upon the steaming earth!]
Attila, to his credit, is totally turned on by this. (Où sont les mecs d’antan?) Attila is quite the risorgimentale barn-buster, and vilaine fille can’t wait to hear Maestro Muti kick some serious New York butt.
Still, be warned, il maestrone: If we don’t get Radvanovsky as Odabella, vilaine fille is going to pound nails into your thick Neapolitan skull. (E poi dicono che noi piemontesi abbiamo la testa dura!)
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