A meteorological miracle occurred last Sunday when the fog disappeared after a month of unrelenting grey gloom and the sun shone down on Stern Grove for a free concert by Michael Franti and Spearhead.
I had won tickets in the lottery and even managed to find a patch of ground to sit on, where I was joined by this woman...
...and her dog whose ears were protected by headphones, though the sound system was actually at a pleasing volume.
With three days of Grateful Dead concerts taking place nearby in Golden Gate Park, we thought Stern Grove might not be too crowded which was an incorrect assumption. The place was packed to the top of the hillside.
The 59-year-old Franti is a local musical hero who started out as a politically progressive rapper and hip-hop musician in the 1980s and moved into a more mellow, reggae-influenced sound in the 1990s and beyond.
Between the weather, Franti's lyrics that reference sunshine repeatedly, and an extraordinarily happy crowd, the afternoon concert felt like a love-saturated oasis.
As concert buddy Craig Minich put it, "The earnest joy of the performers was something I needed to experience in these dire times."
Wednesday, August 06, 2025
Monday, August 04, 2025
Rossini's "Le Comte Ory" at Merola Opera
Le Comte Ory is a rarely performed Rossini opera from 1828 that is based on a very naughty French sex farce, and it has some of the most sophisticated music the composer ever wrote. It was a complete treat to hear the work live for the first time last Thursday thanks to the Merola Opera Program which presented an extraordinarily accomplished production at the SF Conservatory of Music. The generously-sized orchestra, conducted by the Met conductor Pierre Vallet, required the removal of a few rows of audience seating, and was probably too large for the space as they were very loud through most of the evening.
It didn't matter much as the "emerging artists" onstage all had strong voices that easily carried over the orchestra. That was particularly true of tenor Minghao Liu in the challenging title role. He already sounds ready for big time stages. (All production photos by Kristen Loken.)
Though the music is Rossini at his best, it's easy to see why the opera is rarely performed. The plot is both blasphemous and risqué, set in a 12th century French town where most of the men are away fighting in the Crusades. The town's women have locked themselves away with the virtuous Comtesse Adele, who is waiting for her brother to return home. Le Comte Ory dons a number of disguises while trying to seduce the Comtesse and is repeatedly unmasked by Meg Brilleslyper as his male page Isolier and Wanchun Liang as his tutor/babysitter. Pictured above, they were both strong-voiced delights.
For the first act, Ory posed as a wise, holy hermit dispensing advice to credulous women in his quest to gain access to the Comtesse Adele.
The ruse works and the depressed Adele is given license by the fake wise man to open up and love a little. This induces a series of arias sung spectacularly well by Eva Rae Martinez. Also noteworthy was the rich, warm voice of mezzo-soprano Ariana Maubach as the Comtesse's best friend.
The opera has a lot of echoes of both Don Giovanni, with its rapey protagonist, and The Marriage of Figaro, except in this version the Cherubino pageboy character ends up happily ever after with the Countess, and the sexually foiled youg aristocrat slinks away rather than being dragged to hell.
In the second act, Ory disguises himself as a female religious pilgrim caught in a Rossini storm who asks for hospitality from the Comtesse.
He's brought along some bad boy pals and they ransack the wine cellar during a wild scene that alternates between solemn prayers and raucous drinking songs. The chorus has a lot to do in this opera, and the small contingent from the Merola Opera Program did such a wonderful job that they deserve to be named individually: Alexa Frankian, Chea Kang, Anna Maria Vacca, Christopher Oglesby, John Mburu, Joeavian Rivera, and Jim Yu. Also noteworthy was the straightforward direction of Garnett Bruce and the simple, flexible set of scenic designer Miriam Lewis.
The penultimate scene depicts the tenor Count in nun drag trying to sexually assault the soprano Countess who has switched clothing with the mezzo-soprano male page Isolier. What makes this outrageous, gender bending scene amazing is the the vocal trio, which is one of the most gorgeous pieces of music Rossini ever composed.
Over the last few years, the SF Conservatory of Music has made major improvements in their main concert hall. Productions have advanced from bare-stage affairs with a few props to elaborate, fully staged operas with sophisticated lighting and projection setups. It was a pleasure to see it being used so well for this Merola production.
It didn't matter much as the "emerging artists" onstage all had strong voices that easily carried over the orchestra. That was particularly true of tenor Minghao Liu in the challenging title role. He already sounds ready for big time stages. (All production photos by Kristen Loken.)
Though the music is Rossini at his best, it's easy to see why the opera is rarely performed. The plot is both blasphemous and risqué, set in a 12th century French town where most of the men are away fighting in the Crusades. The town's women have locked themselves away with the virtuous Comtesse Adele, who is waiting for her brother to return home. Le Comte Ory dons a number of disguises while trying to seduce the Comtesse and is repeatedly unmasked by Meg Brilleslyper as his male page Isolier and Wanchun Liang as his tutor/babysitter. Pictured above, they were both strong-voiced delights.
For the first act, Ory posed as a wise, holy hermit dispensing advice to credulous women in his quest to gain access to the Comtesse Adele.
The ruse works and the depressed Adele is given license by the fake wise man to open up and love a little. This induces a series of arias sung spectacularly well by Eva Rae Martinez. Also noteworthy was the rich, warm voice of mezzo-soprano Ariana Maubach as the Comtesse's best friend.
The opera has a lot of echoes of both Don Giovanni, with its rapey protagonist, and The Marriage of Figaro, except in this version the Cherubino pageboy character ends up happily ever after with the Countess, and the sexually foiled youg aristocrat slinks away rather than being dragged to hell.
In the second act, Ory disguises himself as a female religious pilgrim caught in a Rossini storm who asks for hospitality from the Comtesse.
He's brought along some bad boy pals and they ransack the wine cellar during a wild scene that alternates between solemn prayers and raucous drinking songs. The chorus has a lot to do in this opera, and the small contingent from the Merola Opera Program did such a wonderful job that they deserve to be named individually: Alexa Frankian, Chea Kang, Anna Maria Vacca, Christopher Oglesby, John Mburu, Joeavian Rivera, and Jim Yu. Also noteworthy was the straightforward direction of Garnett Bruce and the simple, flexible set of scenic designer Miriam Lewis.
The penultimate scene depicts the tenor Count in nun drag trying to sexually assault the soprano Countess who has switched clothing with the mezzo-soprano male page Isolier. What makes this outrageous, gender bending scene amazing is the the vocal trio, which is one of the most gorgeous pieces of music Rossini ever composed.
Over the last few years, the SF Conservatory of Music has made major improvements in their main concert hall. Productions have advanced from bare-stage affairs with a few props to elaborate, fully staged operas with sophisticated lighting and projection setups. It was a pleasure to see it being used so well for this Merola production.
Wednesday, July 30, 2025
Ferryboats of the Pacific Northwest
I am inordinately fond of public ferryboats and last week traveled on a trio of them in the Puget Sound.
Starting off from the downtown Seattle waterfront, there was a large car ferry to Bainbridge Island, which adjoins the Olympic Peninsula.
My younger sister Hilary left her lifelong Central California homestead for Port Townsend, Washington a couple of years ago, and it was time to visit her new world. The small town on the tippy-top northwest corner of the Olympic Peninsula is quite charming, and sister Hilary had managed to get us invited to stay at a friends' temporarily empty house which had a magical garden.
Fifty miles to the west, Port Angeles hosts the M.V. Coho, a huge ferryboat built in 1959 that travels north to Vancouver Island.
We passed through half a dozen microclimates crossing the Strait of Juan de Fuca into Canada.
The Inner Harbour of Victoria, British Columbia's provincial capital, was as strikingly beautiful as rumored...
...and from our hotel room we watched tiny water taxis nearly being run over by a constant succession of floatplanes.
We also took tour buses to the Burchart Gardens north of town but summer mass tourism, augmented by the arrival of three different cruise ships, made the 50 acres of gardens feel like Disneyland on a summer weekend.
We returned to the United States on the M.V. Coho...
...and took a detour to Lake Crescent in the Olympic National Forest.
Lake Townsend also hosts a 30-minute car ferry to the nearby Whidbey Island, which we intended to explore by vehicle. However, we arrived to discover that one of the vessels had broken down so a lineup of cars and trucks with prior reservations was backed up for hours. So we jumped on as pedestrians and had lunch in Coupeville at the one restaurant near the landing. It was ferry bliss.
Starting off from the downtown Seattle waterfront, there was a large car ferry to Bainbridge Island, which adjoins the Olympic Peninsula.
My younger sister Hilary left her lifelong Central California homestead for Port Townsend, Washington a couple of years ago, and it was time to visit her new world. The small town on the tippy-top northwest corner of the Olympic Peninsula is quite charming, and sister Hilary had managed to get us invited to stay at a friends' temporarily empty house which had a magical garden.
Fifty miles to the west, Port Angeles hosts the M.V. Coho, a huge ferryboat built in 1959 that travels north to Vancouver Island.
We passed through half a dozen microclimates crossing the Strait of Juan de Fuca into Canada.
The Inner Harbour of Victoria, British Columbia's provincial capital, was as strikingly beautiful as rumored...
...and from our hotel room we watched tiny water taxis nearly being run over by a constant succession of floatplanes.
We also took tour buses to the Burchart Gardens north of town but summer mass tourism, augmented by the arrival of three different cruise ships, made the 50 acres of gardens feel like Disneyland on a summer weekend.
We returned to the United States on the M.V. Coho...
...and took a detour to Lake Crescent in the Olympic National Forest.
Lake Townsend also hosts a 30-minute car ferry to the nearby Whidbey Island, which we intended to explore by vehicle. However, we arrived to discover that one of the vessels had broken down so a lineup of cars and trucks with prior reservations was backed up for hours. So we jumped on as pedestrians and had lunch in Coupeville at the one restaurant near the landing. It was ferry bliss.
Saturday, July 19, 2025
Teens Against Fascism
The remains of a small march protesting Trump fascism ended in Civic Center this Saturday afternoon, drawing me towards them siren-like when I heard a beautiful soprano voice wafting across the plaza.
There was also a band setup with what looked like teenagers on various instruments.
Most of the anti-Trump marches this year have skewed older so it was a joy to see what looked to be 90% young people in the group.
The musicians were surprisingly skillful while playing a jazzy instrumental.
Popular movements blossom when the Cool Kids are participating, and this had a whiff of young influencers joining and leading the resistance, a welcome development.
There was also a band setup with what looked like teenagers on various instruments.
Most of the anti-Trump marches this year have skewed older so it was a joy to see what looked to be 90% young people in the group.
The musicians were surprisingly skillful while playing a jazzy instrumental.
Popular movements blossom when the Cool Kids are participating, and this had a whiff of young influencers joining and leading the resistance, a welcome development.
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