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Elizabeth Söderström, the opera star who had it all | Martin Kettle


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The Swedish soprano was not just a great singer and actor, but a remarkable woman

The newspaper obituaries of opera singers, which are invariably written by anorak-coated music critics, too often take a standard and not very interesting form. Born. Studied with. Made debut as. First appeared in this country as. Much admired in the roles of X, Y and Z. Triumphed as this or that. Retired early ― or late. Much loved. Now dead. Usually accompanied by a nice photo in costume.

Just occasionally, however, a singer is too interesting and too rounded a
human being to be confined within that dull mould. There was an example of that last week in the obituaries of the remarkable Armenian- Greek soprano Arda Mandikian, who I confess was barely a name to me but whose life and art would clearly be worth a full biography. Now, all too rapidly after the death of a great southern European soprano, comes the death of a great northern European one, and one who, like Mandikian, can simply not be adequately recalled within the list of the roles that she sang.

Elizabeth Söderström was not so much a great soprano – though she was one ― as a great actor and a remarkable woman. I can tell you when I heard her first ― at Covent Garden as the Countess in The Marriage of Figaro. And I can tell you when I heard her last ― the New York Met 10 years ago in her farewell performances as a very different Countess, in Tchaikovsky’s The Queen of Spades. I can tell you some of the roles I heard her sing, too ― Mélisande, Madeleine and Katya Kabanova among them.

The feeling that touched an audience in a Söderström performance, though, was not the response to the voice, lovely though that was. It was the response to the person. Söderström possessed a remarkable ability to communicate the personality of the character she was portraying by drawing on things within her own personality. I do not in the slightest degree mean that she always played herself ― as Pavarotti did or Bartoli does. She could not have been more different when she portrayed Katya or Madeleine. What you always got from her was intelligence and empathy. You cared about her character because you cared about Söderström. Everything she did was always interesting. You could, I suppose, say that she was a superb actor, which she was, but that would not capture the presence and humanity that she always conveyed. She was a giver to an audience, all the time.

I was once told a story about Söderström that may help to convey how her artistry burned. She was rehearsing the Countess Madeleine at Glyndebourne under John Pritchard. The contract with the orchestra meant that Pritchard had to stop the rehearsal on the dot, or else the musicians would start qualifying for overtime, which could not be afforded. The rehearsal went slowly, and had only reached part way through the magical closing scene for the soprano when the deadline was reached. In the pit, Pritchard promptly put down his baton. The orchestra stopped and began packing up. Söderström, in full flow and unprepared for the break, looked as if she had been physically struck down by the sudden end of the rehearsal. In tears, she refused to stop, and sang her part unaccompanied to the end.

She was such a nice woman too. I only met her once, at the court theatre at Drottningholm outside Stockholm where she was artistic director for a few years in the mid-1990s. “Hello,” she said as I arrived for my appointment, “I have been so looking forward to this. Let’s go and have some lunch and you can tell me about English politics.” She laughed a lot. She told great stories. She was a great talker. Meeting her was like meeting a favourite relative.

Many years ago Söderström appeared on Desert Island Discs. Unlike some sopranos, who choose only records by other sopranos and sometimes only records they have made themnselves, I remember that Söderström chose a wonderfully eclectic selection. One of her choices was a really grungey heavy metal track ― I can’t remember who it was by. Why did you choose that, she was asked? Because my son likes playing it all the time, very loudly, and it will remind me of him, she replied.

With some singers, what matters is the voice. With others, it’s the stage presence. Söderström had both the voice and the presence. But she had something even more special, her life-enhancing personality and warmth which infused every aspect of her artistry. Many singers attract admiration. A few attract worship. Söderström, on the other hand, attracted love.


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The Tsarina’s Slippers | Opera review


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Royal Opera House, London

Composers’ attitudes to their own works are often curious. Tchaikovsky believed The Tsarina’s Slippers (Cherevichki in Russian; more correctly “little boots” in English) was his finest opera. Posterity has questioned his judgment and will probably continue to do so in the wake of this expensive-looking production that combines the forces of the Royal Opera and the Royal Ballet. It doesn’t, by any means, make a case for the work as a lost masterpiece.

Tchaikovsky’s source was Nikolai Gogol’s story Christmas Eve, about Oxana, a wilful Ukrainian girl who agrees to marry her blacksmith boyfriend Vakula if he gets her some of Catherine the Great’s footwear. In order to do so, Vakula forces into his service a none-too-bright devil, who is one of the several would-be lovers of his witchy mother Solokha. Their phantasmagoric Christmas Eve journey allows Tchaikovsky to contrast folksy Ukrainean vigour with rarefied 18th-century St Petersburg, as well as painting a rather questionable portrait of a unified Russian empire, blithely preparing for the festive season.

The material is uneven, though. The dances are delightful, while Vakula’s moments of doubt permit Tchaikovsky to examine male vulnerability, where he is, of course, supreme. The rest of it, however, is charming if insubstantial. Tchaikovsky, who could turn against his own music if he considered it too self-revealing, probably adored Cherevichki because it is safe and a bit anonymous.

Francesca Zambello’s big, gaudy staging plays at times to the opera’s weaknesses by emphasising spectacle at the expense of character. There are dancing bears and whirling Cossacks. Catherine’s court spills across the stage from beneath the skirts of a huge gilded statue of the Empress. Choreographer Alastair Marriott serves up mock Petipa in St Petersburg and an elegant divertissement, reminiscent of Ashton’s Ondine, for the water nymphs who distract Vakula on his journey.

Musically, things could be tighter. The opera needs a stronger conductor than the rather routine Alexander Polianichko. Both Maxim Mikhailov’s devil and Larissa Diadkova’s lubricious Solokha were having problems with their high notes on opening night, while Olga Guryakova’s Oxana was unremittingly loud. On the other hand, Vsevolod Grivnov is a fabulous Vakula, convincing you that he has the soul of a poet in the body of a nerd. And the great Sergei Leiferkus makes a brief but show-stealing appearance as His Excellency, Catherine’s nameless lover.

Until 8 December. Box office: 020-7304 4000.

• This article was amended on Monday 23 November 2009. The original stated that the devil’s role was taken by Vladimir Matorin. This has been corrected.


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Video: Introducing the ‘fluid piano’


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Mark Brown talks to Geoff Smith, whose reinvention of the piano allows players to alter the tuning of notes either before or during a performance





Composer reinvents the piano


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‘Fluid’ instrument allows pianists to alter sound before or while they play

For a non-pianist, the idea of a microtonally fluid piano might seem either no big deal or baffling. But this weekend a composer will reveal the result of a 10-year mission – nothing less than the reinvention of one of the most important instruments in western music.

Geoff Smith believes he has come up with the first multicultural acoustic piano – what he has trademarked as a fluid piano – which allows players to alter the tuning of notes either before or during a performance. Instead of a pianist having a fixed sound, 88 notes from 88 keys, Smith’s piano has sliders allowing them access to the different scales that you get in, for example, Indian and Iranian music. For good measure, Smith has included a horizontal harp.

The Guardian was last weekend given the first access to an instrument that is already generating considerable excitement – and it can be seen and heard on our website. It will be formally unveiled at the University of Surrey on Saturday and receive a London premiere at the Purcell Room in March.

Smith, a Brighton-based composer and performer, said: “The fluid piano is a western piano as we know it, similar to an early fortepiano, but because of the tuning mechanisms, suddenly, musicians can explore scales from the Middle East, from Iran.”

Smith’s instrument has been made by the Somerset-based Christopher Barlow and a light ash has been deliberately chosen as the wood – Smith said he did not want it to look like a dark coffin.

The fluid piano has generated much interest since it was first mentioned in the Guardian six years ago – when it was Smith with little more than a one-key mechanism and an ambition. Now he has the actual instrument he has been getting performers on board.

“I’ve said to musicians they might feel insecure about this piano, they might feel scared. But if they embrace it they will have this big feeling of liberation, a big high.”

At the premiere, three pianists will perform, including Pam Chowhan, the head of planning at the Royal Festival Hall. She admitted to being daunted when first confronted with the piano.

“It was really scary, it is even now. I’m mainly a classical pianist and you kind of know what you’re doing, you know how the piano is going to respond and you spend ages and ages on tone control andknowinghow it is going to sound. Suddenly I’ve got a piano which sounds like nothing I’ve heard before. It opens up so many choices that you become almost paralysed.”

There have been all sorts of challenges, including having to come up with her own way of writing music for the instrument.

Chowhan said the internet had helped open access to all sorts of music from around the world. “If you’re going to start delving into different cultures and bring those influences into your work you need to think about tuning and the traditional piano simply can’t cut it. The piano, for me, is absolutely useless in a non-western context because it can’t respond to the subtle and fluid tuning of other cultures.”

Also performing on Saturday will be London-based jazz pianist Nikki Yeoh and the Leeds-based improvisational pianist Matthew Bourne. He said playing the fluid piano was “like walking into a huge sweet shop. The possibilities are endless. Sometimes I do nothing, I just sit and stare at it”.

Smith said he had received much support – from Arts Council England for example– but had also encountered resistance. “Instruments of the western orchestra are locked in time, ringfenced. Why is that? It’s not for technical reasons, so it must be for political or cultural reasons. There’s a lot of talk in classical music about making orchestras more diverse. The only way you’re going to bring new people in is by changing the instruments. To some people that is a completely alien concept.

“We are one of the most multicultural societies in Europe. Some people need to put their money where their mouth is.”

Smith, who has written scores for silent films and is a highly regarded player of the hammered dulcimer, has been invited to take his piano to a Chopin festival in Poland. But the dream is to get his fluid piano manufactured. “It has become a fundamental part of my life, because it’s driven by a vision. It’s not just about money, although I haven’t got much money so of course I’d like to make some. Any money I have had has gone on this,” he said. “The thing was, I always knew it would work – I wasn’t like some crazy inventor.”


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Elision/Barrett | Classical review


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Bates Mill, Huddersfield

Richard Barrett’s Opening of the Mouth was given its UK premiere at Bates Mill by the Australian ensemble Elision. This 75-minute sequence of overlapping movements is built around a series of poems by Paul Celan, set for soprano and mezzo, and intercut with electronic interludes and quasi-independent instrumental pieces. Everything is amplified and enhanced, if that’s the right word, by Barrett’s electronic improvisations, but the effect is to coarsen and homogenise the music.

The Huddersfield contemporary music festival continues until Sunday. Box office: 01484 430528.


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Hilliard Ensemble/Arditti Quartet | Classical review


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St Paul’s Hall, Huddersfield

After a couple of years when Britain’s leading new-music festival seemed to be losing its way in a welter of improvisation, installations and electro-acoustic environments, it’s more like business as usual in Huddersfield this November. Premieres abound, and the roster of visiting ensembles is impressive by any standards. As if to signal the change of tack, the festival opened with a UK premiere from one of Europe’s leading composers, Wolfgang Rihm, delivered by the Hilliard Ensemble and Arditti Quartet in St Paul’s Hall just five days after its first performance in Cologne.

Rihm’s hour-long –ET LUX– is a requiem of sorts. The fragmentary Latin text comes from the requiem mass, though it’s only decipherable when isolated words emerge from the dense four-part textures. The string quartet traces a series of etiolated, rather Nono-like ideas against the somewhat archaic-sounding vocal writing. There are few climaxes, or even moments when the voices and strings unite in anything like a common purpose, yet the result is quietly attractive.

The Huddersfield contemporary music festival continues until Sunday. Box office: 01484 430528.


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Northern Sinfonia/Zehetmair | Classical review


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Sage, Gateshead

Elliott Carter, who will be 101 next month, is the giant redwood of American composers; a force of nature who keeps acquiring annual rings and seems capable of going on forever. Carter has said that his harmonically restless, rhythmically complex compositions require at least 10 years for musicians to fully explore their depths. Heinz Holliger has spent twice that amount of time unpicking the enigma of Oboe Concerto, composed for him when Carter was a mere 80 years old. Holliger is without doubt one of the finest oboists on the planet and an authority on Carter’s music. Yet he still peered at the score as if its strange language were something he was only just beginning to understand.

The piece requires the soloist to produce a vast array of sounds, not all of them pretty. It would require another skilled oboist to tell you if some of the more extreme squeals and rasps are exactly as represented on the page. Yet during the incantatory slow section, Holliger’s astringent sound softened into a sublime singing tone.

Thomas Zehetmair brought a satisfying balance to the programme, bookending the Carter between one of Haydn’s most mournful symphonies and one of Schubert’s cheeriest. The lachrymose adagio of Haydn’s Symphony no. 99 is sometimes interpreted as a funerary tribute to Mozart; while the jocular woodwind arpeggios of Schubert’s “Little” Symphony in C sound like a tribute to Rossini. The Northern Sinfonia responded to the programme with a bipolar expression of light and shade.


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Elisabeth Söderström obituary


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Swedish soprano whose perceptive singing and vivid acting made her a great heroine in operas by Tchaikovsky, Richard Strauss and Janáček

One of the most perceptive and admired sopranos of the postwar era, Elisabeth Söderström, who has died aged 82, had a lengthy career that carried on into the 1990s, when she was well into her 60s. In everything she attempted, her vibrantly beautiful singing was enhanced by her good looks and vivid acting. With her sensitive demeanour she was particularly successful at portraying the troubled women who abound in opera, such as Leonore in Beethoven’s Fidelio, Tatyana in Tchaikovsky’s Evgeny Onegin and the Countess in Richard Strauss’s Capriccio, three of the roles with which she delighted audiences at Glyndebourne.

She was born in Stockholm, the daughter of a Swedish naval captain and a Russian mother, and studied at the Royal Academy and Opera School there. She made her debut as early as 1947, when she was just 20, as Mozart’s Bastienne, in the Drottningholm Court Theatre. Thereafter she joined the Swedish Royal Opera, of which she remained a member throughout the rest of her career. Her roles there stretched from Monteverdi’s Nero (Poppea) through Mozart’s Countess Almaviva (in Figaro, one of her most palpitating portrayals), Strauss’s Octavian and Marschallin (both in Der Rosenkavalier) to Janáček’s Jenůfa.

At the Royal Opera in London, she also loved playing the Governess in Britten’s The Turn of the Screw and Marie in Berg’s Wozzeck, two further distressed women. But she also revelled in lighter things, such as Rosalinde in Die Fledermaus and Saffi in the same composer’s Der Zigeunerbaron (The Gypsy Baron). She sang many of her roles both in Swedish and in the original.

ln 1955 she made her debut at the Salzburg Festival, as the boy Ighino in Pfitzner’s Palestrina. She first appeared at Glyndebourne in 1957, as the Composer in Strauss’s Ariadne auf Naxos, and in 1963-64 she was much admired there as Elisabeth Zimmer in Henze’s Elegy for Young Lovers. She made her debut at Covent Garden in 1960, with the Royal Swedish Opera as Daisy Doody in Blomdahl’s Aniara and as Morgana in Handel’s Alcina. She returned there, with the resident company, as Octavian and as an unforgettable Mélisande under Pierre Boulez (1969-70, a role that she recorded with him).

Her Metropolitan Opera debut was as Susanna (Figaro) in 1959, followed by Strauss’s Sophie, which meant she had undertaken all three of the women’s roles in Der Rosenkavalier, once joking that she would now have to undertake Baron Ochs. She continued to appear in New York for the following four seasons. One of her later roles, that of the 300-year-old Emilia Marty in Janáček’s The Makropulos Case, was undertaken with, among others, Welsh National Opera, an unforgettable experience, also seen in London. She wonderfully conveyed Marty’s emotional cynicism and boredom at having lived so long. She followed that with the old Countess in Tchaikovsky’s The Queen of Spades, showing that she could still command attention even with reduced resources.

Söderström often sang in concerts: she appeared at the Royal Festival Hall, London, and in the recording studio with Otto Klemperer in Beethoven’s Missa Solemnis. She was also an accomplished recitalist, singing a wide repertory, but particularly happy in the songs of Sibelius, which she recorded complete in the company of the pianist Vladimir Ashkenazy. She always delighted her audiences by introducing specific items with her particular fey charm, nowhere more successfully than with Mussorgsky’s Nursery cycle. She was also an engaging broadcaster, and often regaled Radio 3 and Radio 4 audiences with her anecdotes.

From 1993 to 1996 she was director of the Drottningholm Palace Theatre, where she had started her career. In retirement, she became an accomplished giver of masterclasses, leavening her lessons with a good deal of humour and general bonhomie.

Söderström was one of the most distinguished artists of her generation. The combination of a charming, yet elusive personality, very Swedish in character, with her vibrant voice and sincere acting enhanced all her portrayals, and while she was as happy deploying them on comedy as on drama, it is undoubtedly for her interpretations of the heroines in the operas of Tchaikovsky, Richard Strauss and Janáček that she will be longest remembered.

As a person, she was the soul of kindness, had a ready wit and was never more at home than when taking part in lively conversation. Colleagues and friends alike were treated generously. In the opera house, she could be demanding, wanting others to meet her own high standards, but she was always co-operative with directors she trusted, and with them she was willing to work as hard and as long as it took to create a result full of inner meaning.

In 1950 she married Sverker Olow, and he survives her, as do their three sons.

John Amis writes: When Elisabeth was invited to make her debut in New York at the Metropolitan Opera, she took all three of her sons with her for the season. When they got to school age, she gave up New York and returned to the Royal Opera in Stockholm. This was typical of her approach to a happy marriage, and to being both a wife and a mother. By that point being rather older than many of her colleagues, she developed the knack of being an elder sister to them and coaching them at rehearsals. She excelled in masterclasses, partly through her good nature, but also because she always sought to encourage her students to give their best; at the same time she delighted her audience without ever buttering her own ego (as many masterclass teachers do).

Elisabeth giggled and laughed a lot, but that only seemed to complement the seriousness of her devotion to her art. Sometimes she would point out to people who implied that a singer’s life was an easy one, how hard it could be. “Sweat, phlegm and dirty feet is often what it’s about,” she would say. “What do we do all day when not rehearsing? We memorise and that takes up a lot of time, all part of the job. And so is winding down after a performance.”

Coming from a country whose language is comparatively remote from most of the repertoire meant that Elisabeth would often sing in several languages. Some of the Janáček operas, for example, she sang not only in the original Czech, but also in German, English and Swedish. She was the least divaish diva that you could meet. She was a good person, a good friend, good wife, good mother, good humoured and an attractive woman.

Sometimes she had a hard time of it. In Jenůfa once her heel caught in a hole in a floorboard: broken knee. Another time in Offenbach’s La Périchole, she took a dive nearly into the orchestral pit: bad back. Deputising, she was manhandled in the last scene of an unfamiliar version of Gounod’s Faust in which Marguérite does not get wafted to heaven, but bundled down to hell: broken arm.

Elisabeth wrote an informative and readable little book, In My Own Key (1979), and in the photographs of her in various roles you can usually guess which role she was playing just by her facial expression, whether it was Tatyana, Leonore, The Governess, Mélisande, Kát’a Kabanová or the Marschallin or Octavian in Rosenkavalier. She was different in each part.

At Glyndebourne, we regulars idolised the singer Sena Jurinac, who left Sussex in 1956 when her marriage broke up, leaving her husband Sesto Bruscantini to sing there by himself. We heard that there was some unknown Swedish singer coming to sing Sena’s roles, and we all hated her in advance. But as soon as she sang the Composer in Strauss’s Ariadne, our hatred turned to love and adoration. The Swede was of course Elisabeth Söderström.

• Elisabeth Söderström, soprano, born May 7 1927; died 20 November 2009

• Alan Blyth died in 2007


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Valentin Silvestrov: Sacred Works | CD review


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Ukrainian composer Valentin Silvestrov (b1937) has described music as “the world singing of itself”. Appropriately, these a cappella sacred songs recorded in the Cathedral of the Dormition, Kiev, have a self-contained beauty, politically out of fashion in the Soviet era but now finding free expression among “holy minimalists” such as Arvo Pärt and Giya Kancheli. His “Liturgical Chants”, together with hymns, psalms and an Alleluia mostly written in the past five years, have a burnished, almost disembodied quality, richly communicated in the open-throated timbre of the Kiev Chamber Choir. Hypnotic and startlingly different, this music has cult potential.


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Gershwin: Porgy and Bess | CD review


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That tireless pioneer Nikolaus Harnoncourt chose to celebrate his 80th birthday right outside his comfort zone of the baroque with this revival of Gershwin’s opera. His mission is to persuade us that this is indeed an opera rather than a musical, with big voices and superbly pungent, edgy orchestral playing from the Chamber Orchestra of Europe. Jonathan Lemalu’s Porgy is lyrical but understated, and Isabelle Kabatu’s Bess huge but unintelligible; Roberta Alexander as Maria and Gregg Baker as Crown both shine. The performance is full of exuberant energy and drive, and though it won’t replace Rattle’s classic Glyndebourne set, Harnoncourt rocks!


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