Wednesday, September 14, 2011

SF Opera's 9/11 Part 1: Heart of a Soldier



When the news appeared last year that the San Francisco Opera had commissioned a world premiere opera about a "hero" from the 9/11 World Trade Center disaster ten years ago, I picked up the James B. Stewart book on which it was based, Heart of a Soldier. It's the biography of Rick Rescorla, an athletic Cornwall teenager in the 1950s (above, age 16) who joins the British military at the end of their empire days and whose violent adventures across the world end with him dying on 9/11 in one of the World Trade Center towers after saving thousands as part of his security chief job.



Stewart is a business writer who in 2001 noticed that Morgan Stanley's thousands of employees all seemed to have survived while the employees on the floors above and below suffered severe losses. The major reason for their survival turned out to be on account of Rick Rescola (above on bullhorn, with Jorge Velasquez and Godwin Forde, who also both died in the tower). He insisted on serious quarterly evacuation drills for the firm, partly because he was obsessed with the idea of a plane being driven into the towers with explosives.



The book started as a long New Yorker article with the major source of information being Rescorla's widow, Susan (above), who Rick had married two years earlier (#2 for him, #3 for her) soon after his receiving a diagnosis of prostate cancer. Susan is shoehorned into the book's narrative, with alternating chapters about her failed marriages with unreliable characters. None of these stories have absolutely anything to do with the central Rescorla saga, so in both book and opera Susan simply serves as The Romantic Interest in the Last Act. She seems to see her widowhood to The 9/11 Hero as a vocation, and according to the opera program:
"She is actively involved in several projects about her husband and those inspired by him, and she recently published a book, Touched by a Hero, about her experiences and hundreds of others who were touched by her husband's story. She also became a board member of the National Foundation of Patriotism in Atlanta."


The opera starts with Rick as a boy, worshiping Yank soldiers stationed in Cornwall prior to D-Day and skips over his first posting with the British Military during The Cyprus Emergency of the late 1950s (click here for an amazing website called Britain's Small Wars filled with first person accounts of those "Small Wars"). Britain had just been kicked out of Egypt and had moved their Mideast military HQ to Cyprus just as it was about to explode into a last spasm of centuries-old Greek/Turkish antagonism and war. Rescorla was an interrogator which probably means he was a torturer, doing the dirty work of fading Empire.



He moved on to the Northern Rhodesia Military Police in 1961, when it was in the last three years of its century-long existence, since the country was about to become independent Zambia. This was a period where proxy wars between the U.S. and Russia were being fought throughout poor countries all over the world and Northern Rhodesia was no exception. Whether Rescorla was torturing and murdering black Africans in their own country is unclear in the book, but it seems a distinct possibility.



Even though the opera hops from one hot war spot to another, all the fighting is with unseen foes, as if to assure us that no actual poor, dark foreigners were harmed in the making of this production. The book is also fairly negligent in this respect, but it allows for more ambiguities in the characters' feelings about their soldiering.



The major relationship in the book is between Rick and Dan Hill, an American CIA soldier of fortune who was doing anti-communist reconnaissance in Africa and bumped into Rescorla on a rugby pitch. A lifelong friendship was born, with the omnivorous reader Rescorla playing tutor with Kipling and Shakespeare to his lower-class American buddy. One of the lost opportunities in the opera, in fact, is that the story is crying out for a major hetero bromance duet such as exist in "Don Carlo" or "The Pearl Fishers" and we never get to hear it. (William Burden as Hill and Thomas Hampson as Rescorla in Cory Weaver photo above.)



After their African adventure, Hill talked Rescorla into joining him in Officer Training at Fort Benning in preparation for the next great war, Vietnam (Rescorla above in a famous AP photograph, looking like a movie star). He was an inspirational leader in an early, savage battle which is recounted in the "Once We Were Soldiers" book and movie. Rescorla and Hill are eventually respectful and sympathetic to their Vietnamese opposition, figuring correctly that they are going to win because it's their own country. None of that subtlety, however, seeps into the opera, which is more interested in the triumphal mythologizing of a Hero.



The opera depicts the Vietnam battle scenes mostly in loud music and strobe lights, but once again the Vietnamese are The Invisible Enemy. After Vietnam, Hill and Rescola went their separate ways in the United States, and at one low, alcoholic moment Hill stumbled across a group of Muslims on prayer rugs on the side of the road praying to Mecca, and it stirred something in him. He became a Muslim and eventually went to fight with the CIA-sponsored Afghanistan "Freedom Fighters" against the Russians.



The short second act of the opera mostly focuses on Susan and Rick's late-in-the-day romance, which might have benefited from casting a great old diva in the role since it's short, showy, and there are only two high C's. Plus, there aren't that many leading diva parts that are expressly written for a middle-aged woman (Britten's "Gloriana" is the only one that comes to mind), so it seemed odd to cast Melody Moore, who is just a few years out of the Adler young singers program.

The performances of everyone in the show, from principals Thomas Hampson, William Burden, Moore, and a large cast of subsidiary characters and chorus, were completely committed and superb. They were so good that they managed to get me over some of the bumpier parts. Director Francesca Zambello conceived of the project as an opera in the first place, and her staging was slick, clever, and sincere. A friend noticed an oddity, however:
"This is a really interesting piece of post-feminism, especially given that it has a female librettist and female director. Women apparently exist only to say come back, and to be loving (and interfering). This certainly wasn't the 60's -70's I remember."
The music by Christopher Theofonidis is bright, dramatic and accessible, using a lot of the sound world of post-minimalist John Adams without the genius. I heard the first two performances of the opera and the music mostly improves on acquaintance, which is a good sign. To hear more of Theofonidis' music, click here for an extensive selection of audio excerpts on his website.

Critical reaction has been all over the map after the premiere of "Heart of a Soldier" (click here for Opera Tattler's handy Media Round-Up) with the bashing probably outweighing the praise. I thought the opera and the production was mostly successful on its own terms, though the straining for hagiography did get to be a bit much. The worst decision was to preface each performance with the audience singing The Star Spangled Banner with the orchestra and a cheesy video of Old Glory waving in the wind. The skillfully telescoped libretto by Donna Di Novelli didn't indulge in any of that kind of jingoism, and it does the opera a disservice. Wrapping yourself up in a flag is not the only valid reaction to the events of ten years ago.

(All SF Opera production photos by Cory Weaver.)

Monday, September 12, 2011

Brian Barneclo's Caltrain Mural



My contract job in Silicon Valley ended last week, just in time for the opening of San Francisco's Social Season, which will allow me to give faithful readers more cultural and political fixes. (The San Francisco Opera's 9/11 is coming, I promise.)



One of the joys of the last week of the contract job was taking Caltrain every morning, and watching Brian Barneclo's huge mural along the tracks near the downtown Caltrain station evolve.



Aidan Vaziri wrote an informative article about the piece at SFGate a couple of weeks ago (click here) with the following quote from the artist: ""It's all about this wall," he said. "It's just so perfect. In my mind I think, why wouldn't it have a mural?"

The article also mentions: "It took three years of negotiations with the city's Redevelopment Agency and the Mission Bay Community Advisory Committee to secure permission from the wall's owner at the Crescent Cove apartments and then Caltrain, whose property the piece faces. Barneclo said he was determined to see the project through."



Barneclo is an authentic outsider artist, who doesn't go through commissioning committees whether they be from the Art Commission or Burning Man or any other institution. "It's all about this wall." I admire him enormously and am thrilled that San Francisco Caltrain passengers are soon going to be dreaming of this mural as they sleepily pass by.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

SF Symphony's Free Concert in Civic Center



Thursday at noon in Civic Center Plaza, the San Francisco Symphony played a free, hour-long concert.



It was part of their continuing 100th birthday celebrations that started with the previous evening's Opening Gala that went late into the night.



I asked Symphony staff member Jeffrey Davis above how much sleep he'd gotten, and he admitted that it wasn't much more than a few hours.



When I asked the two gentlemen in white dinner jackets if they were musicians or on the garbage detail, they answered "Both!"



KDFC announcer Rik Malone was the pre-concert emcee and announced that The Sustainable Partner was PG&E, which was handing out metallic water bottles at a booth which you could fill with Hetch Hetchy tap water from a truck on Larkin Street.



Like La Boulange and Ghirardelli Chocolates, who were both giving away treats, PG&E ran out of their freebies rather quickly and the people in line above were turned away.



The concert started with a singalong "Star Spangled Banner" again, just in time for the arrival of two friends above from the weekly Quaker Peace Vigil a block away. They sang lustily as if to demonstrate that peaceniks are both patriotic and musical.



The concert continued with John Adams' Short Ride in a Fast Machine and Axel Feldheim (above left) along with his very funny Symphony chorister friend arrived on cue.



Lang Lang repeated his performance of Liszt's First Piano Concerto, and the chorister asked, "Wouldn't it be marvelous if K.D. Lang married Lang Lang? Then she'd be K.D. Lang Lang Lang."



For a fuller description of the concert and Mayor Ed Lee's arrival, click here for "Not For Fun Only."

Friday, September 09, 2011

San Francisco Symphony's 2011 Opening Night Gala



In celebration of its 100th anniversary, the San Francisco Symphony Opening Gala hosted a suitably lavish affair with a cocktail party in the San Francisco Opera House foyer, followed by two separate sit-down dinners in City Hall and a Stanlee Gatti decorated tent in the Davies Hall parking lot.



There was also a symphonic concert that was appropriately overstuffed for the special occasion, starting with multimedia waterfalls of historical imagery on the walls which set the scene for the first half's traditional Star Bangled Banner singalong, a beautifully played version of a suite from Copland's "Billy the Kid" ballet, followed by Lang Lang playing Liszt's garish First Piano Concerto in a good, fairly restrained performance.



The concert started about fifteen minutes late so the socialites could make their way from their dinners into the auditorium, bringing the piano in from the basement for Lang Lang took another fifteen minutes, and conductor Michael Tilson Thomas yakked quite a bit to the audience so it was close to nine-thirty before the first intermission even took place.



This didn't seem to bother the crowd, most of which were admirably attentive and quiet for the entire concert, which ended up clocking in at about three hours.



There were roving bands of professional photographers walking about taking photos of local celebrities and social register types, and since I was carrying my camera, various people kept mistaking me for one of them and requesting that I take photos. "Take one of that woman in the orange dress, which is the silliest thing here tonight," one elderly woman demanded.



The lady above on the left grabbed my tuxedo and said, "You have to take a picture of my granddaughter and myself," and then she dragged me almost the entire length of the lobby to do just that. How could you say no, particularly since the San Francisco Symphony had comped me to a ticket for the evening?



The second half of the concert featured superstar violinist Itzhak Perlman giving a dutiful performance of the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto, followed by Britten's "Young Person's Guide to the Orchestra," which I had never heard live before. As if this weren't all enough, MTT gave a speech thanking everyone in the building, especially local composer John Adams who was in the audience. Then the orchestra played Adams' "Short Ride in a Fast Machine" with a multimedia accompaniment (above) that wouldn't have been out of place at a Pink Floyd show.



The party tent afterwards looked festive, with live cotton candy spinning at the entrance...



...and bizarre monumental flower arrangements as decorative elements.



The most charming party was outside, though, on a closed-to-traffic Grove Street where pizza ovens had been built in the middle of the road, and lights strung up over a series of tables.



Charlotte Schultz above was co-chairing the evening's festivities and was still looking full of steam at midnight. I am not quite sure how the woman does it.