The composer John Adams' month-long, 70th birthdaypalooza continued at the San Francisco Symphony last week with a performance of his 2012 Passion Oratorio, The Gospel According to The Other Mary. The original commission from the Los Angeles Philharmonic was for a 90-minute work but the piece kept expanding until its blossomed into a nearly 3-hour epic that can stand with the J.S. Bach Passions. Much of the initial reaction from critics was puzzled and hostile, because Adams had left most of his minimalist signatures behind and struck out into new musical territories. Plus, the work is so relentlessly rich, dark and dense that it is difficult to absorb on a first hearing. (All production photos are by Stefan Cohen.)
The performing forces are similar to Adams' other biblical oratorio, the 2000 El Niño, with three vocal soloists divided between two women and one man, a trio of three countertenors handling most of the narration, a chorus and huge orchestra. From left to right above, Jay Hunter Morris sang Lazarus, mezzo-sopranos Kelley O'Connor and Tamara Mumford sang his sisters Mary Magdalene and Martha, and Daniel Bubeck, Brian Cummings, and Nathan Medley were the otherworldly countertenors. (Daniel and Brian were also part of the original cast of El Niño.)
The director Peter Sellars provided another collage style libretto, half Biblical sources and half poetry that ranged from Dorothy Day's descriptions of homeless shelters and being arrested with Dolores Huerta during the 1960s farmworker strikes to impassioned poetry by Louise Erdrich, Rosario Castellanos, June Jordan, Hildegard von Bingen and Ruben Dario. The first half of the oratorio ends rather like the Batter my heart aria in Adams' opera Doctor Atomic, with Lazarus singing a Passover poem by Primo Levi, Tell me: how is this night different. The biblical/poetic potpourri struck me as one of Sellars' more successful cut-and-paste jobs, and next to the clunky, old-fashioned libretto of Mark Adamo's similarly themed opera, The Gospel of Mary Magdalene, which premiered at the SF Opera in 2013, Sellars' blueprint felt like genius.
Much of the audience last Saturday had a difficult time with the piece, partly because it starts so slowly. When Lazarus is brought back from the dead by Jesus about twenty minutes in, the dramatic and musical interest spikes sharply and doesn't let up until a long, ruminative ending that extends past Jesus' crucifixion to his resurrection, ending with Erdrich's poem The Sacraments:
It is spring. The tiny frogs pull
their strange new bodies out
of the suckholes, the sediment of rust,
followed by a biblical account from the Book of John describing Mary meeting a gardener who is the resurrected Jesus.
The performers, most of them singing in the 2012 premiere, were excellent. The tenor Jay Hunter Morris seemed to be having difficulties with some of the more strenuous lines, but mezzo-sopranos O'Connor and Mumford were flawless and deeply moving. The use of the trio of countertenors strikes some friends as weird, but I love their sound, both in their many unison sections and occasional solos, and the performances by Bubeck, Cummings and Medley were definitive. Grant Gershon from the Los Angeles Master Chorale (below center) kept the complex score transparent and dynamic. The San Francisco Symphony orchestra and chorus demonstrated once again how expertly fluent they are in Adams' tricky music.
The Gospel According to The Other Mary has been performed around the world as a straight oratorio and also with elaborate staging, including dancers. At the SF Symphony performances, there was a starkly simple staging by Elkhanah Pulitzer of the six singers against a white wall and a few props that worked fine, although I missed Adam Larsen's projections which have so enhanced SoundBox and James Darrah's staged productions at Davies Hall. There was slight amplification of the soloists which was some of the best, least obtrusive sound design by Mark Grey I have heard in that big barn.
Living in the Bay Area while John Adams has emerged as one of the Western world's most successful composers over the last four decades has been a joy, with multiple world premieres and original performers on our doorstep. There were plenty of walkouts during the performance on Saturday because the oratorio is dark and challenging, but I would have gladly gone back to hear The Other Mary the following night. Happily, the birthdaypalooza continues this weekend, and we get to hear the SF Symphony tonight finally perform Scheherezade.2, the 2015 "dramatic symphony for violin and orchestra" with soloist Leila Josefowicz, for whom it was written.
Last week Opera Parallèle offered a production of Flight, a British comic opera set in an airport departure lounge by Jonathan Dove which premiered at Glyndebourne in 1998 and has since been successfully performed around the world. There was much talk about the current relevance of the piece, since one of the main characters is a refugee stuck without papers for years on end at the airport, and the Opera Parallèle production was occurring simultaneously with Trump's "Muslim ban" playing out at airports across the United States.
That current controversy probably didn't help Flight because the opera was written when airports were still thought of as aspirational places where one could take flight to a new adventure. After 9/11 and its subsequent security theatre, and now with the Trump regime's attempts at creating Fortress America at customs areas in airports across the nation, the stock comic characters in Flight felt a bit boring and trivial. What kept the nearly three-hour opera interesting was the marvelous, colorful musical score with its hints of John Adams and Britten exquisitely performed by a sterling pick-up orchestra under Artistic Director Nicole Paiement, along with a splendidly designed production, and top-notch performances by ten singers.
Baritone Hadleigh Adams and soprano Maya Yahav Gour played a pair of randy flight attendants, and they were such lively, marvelous fun to watch that at times I yearned for the opera to be about them, an operatic version of a West End farce such as Boeing-Boeing or No Sex Please, We're British.
Soprano Amina Edris and tenor Chaz'men Williams-Ali played Tina and Bill, a couple having marital problems because Bill is supposedly so uptight, and they continuously quote from a marital self-help manual's bromides as they await a tropical vacation that will reawaken their passion. The roles felt like stock caricatures, as did the Older Woman awaiting her younger "fiance" sung by Catherine Cook, but the singing by all three was so good that it surmounted much of the dramatic falseness.
Baritone Eugene Brancoveanu and mezzo Renee Rapier played a diplomat newly posted to Minsk and his pregnant wife who decides not to board the airplane with him at the last minute, culminating in an awkward birth scene in the departure lounge. It was good to see the stalwart Brancoveanu again, but the revelation was Rapier, whose voice has blossomed into sheer gorgeousness.
The refugee was performed by countertenor Tai Oney in a sweet, touching style and the Air Traffic Controller by soprano Nikki Einfeld in a high-flying, virtuosic performance that reminded one Facebook friend of a "jealous deity." Bass-baritone Philip Skinner was luxury casting as the Immigration Officer, who hunts down the Refugee throughout the opera, but finally shows mercy and promises to cast a blind eye on his presence at the airport. Though based on the true story of an Iranian refugee stuck for years at the Charles de Gaulle airport in France, the plot point felt unbelievable for England with its rigid customs officials and particularly the United States, where the man would probably just be shipped to Guantanamo.
The many supernumeraries did a fine job marching on and off invisible planes, although it looked as if they all decided to travel to Minsk and return on the very next flight. The staging by Brian Staufenbiel was lively and inventive and the set designer David Dunning, Media Designer David Murakami, and Lighting Designer Matthew Antaky outdid themselves with a beautifully evocative production. The greatest asset was Artistic Director Nicole Paiement. I listened to a YouTube performance from Glyndebourne of Flight ahead of time, and the music did not sound half as rich and beautiful as it did live under Paiement. She's a magician who should be Music Director of some major opera house, but am selfishly glad she is not because Nicole is an irreplaceable Bay Area treasure.
