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LA Phil’s Tristan Project, an Immersive but Flawed Experiment
The Tristan Project was first presented in Los Angeles in 2004, with conductor Esa-Pekka Salonen, Clifton Forbis (Tristan) and Christine Brewer (Isolde). Eighteen years hence, the enfant terrible of opera Peter Sellars is back at it – not so enfant anymore, but still terrible. This time around, there were no companion works preceding each act of the opera, just three acts performed over a period of three evenings, Ring Cycle-style, so that eager Wagnerites could congregate for a two-week mini-festival of two Tristan ‘cycles’ (December 9,10,11 and 15,16,17), happily paying three times to see the Meister’s Gesumtkunstwerk love-tragedy in its entirety.
And they would not be disappointed, at least in the musical performance. It was Gustavo Dudamel’s first Wagnerian outing at the Disney Hall and he conducted like a pro, unleashing stunning intensity and incandescent beauty from the L.A. Phil musicians who played like gods. One shall not soon forget the utter precision of strings in the three preludes, the gorgeous brass announcing Tristan’s entrance in Act I, or the cataclysmic tsunami of sounds at the height of the love duet and Liebestod. The softer moments were just as memorable – a solo viola quietly singing the desire motif during Tristan and Isolde’s first meeting, the poignant oboe in their love duet and, last but not least, the soaring violin solo accompanying the dying Tristan in Act III, seemingly representing a departing soul.
The.opening chords of "Dawn" shine with almost preternatural brightness. It feels cosmic, more than a picture of the sun breaking through clouds. We feel the gravitational pull of currents stronger than the tides of the sea. "Sunday Morning" didn't feel religious (and the pious of the Borough don't practise Christian values). When the lively upwards passages shimmered, I thought of Apollo, and Tadzio dancing on the beach, images much more central to Britten's inspiration than the grizzled Peter Grimes. The viola solo in "Moonlight" was exquisite, its mystery undercut by the tense, brisk brass and scurrying strings. Oddly enough, I thought I heard echoes of the Rite of Spring, which isn't inappropriate, as the sacrifical "Storm" is about to break loose.When the viola returns, it feels achingly poignant. The surging tensions were well judged, so the woodwind figures emerged all the brighter. Knussen is a master of contemporary repertoire: he shaped the jagged edges of the Storm so the music exploded in wild dissonance
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