In His Own Words

Alexander Neef, General Director


9/12/2010

A Very Special Weekend

Let's get one thing out of the way right at the beginning. Yes, Ben Heppner had a few problems in the second part of his recital at the Four Seasons Centre yesterday afternoon, but I can't tell you how moved and honoured I was to have this magnificent artist and his wonderful accompanist John Hess finally on our stage. Thinking about yesterday's program I wish there were more singers today like him with such uncompromising artistry, profound insight and, above all, humanity. And, if you allow me this little metaphor, even in its current state isn't Leonardo da Vinci's Last Supper still one of the greatest paintings of all time? I would like to add that our audience was fantastic yesterday, probably the warmest I have seen since my arrival at the COC. A memorable afternoon.

Also yesterday, we had a very special visitor. The great American director Peter Sellars had come up from New York for a day to see the opera house and get to know the company. During my time at the Salzburg Festival, ten years ago, Peter was the director of the first opera production I worked on. We have worked together a few times since, for theatre and opera, and I am so thrilled he will come to the COC for two projects, at least. More than anything, Peter is just such an unbelievable human being. Companies he has worked with speak of the transformative Peter Sellars-Effect. I think the people who have met him here on his short visit know what I am talking about.

The rest of the weekend was devoted to TIFF, first the opening party of the new Bell Lightbox at King and John, a stunning building that I am sure will transform the whole King West neighbourhood. Today, the building was open for visits and King Street was closed. Seeing all the people out on the street I couldn't help myself thinking how great it would be to have a pedestrian zone there every Sunday (not to talk about John Street, which would be ideal to become Toronto's first permanent pedestrian area). And just now, we came home from the French Ambassador's reception at the Hôtel Le Germain. Being in the same room with Catherine Deneuve and Marion Cotillard was quite special I have to say. I have yet to see a film at TIFF, but hope to get to that next week.

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David Lemon (9/16/2010 12:51:43 AM)
I was in mind of your comments on Ben Heppner watching this evening his Gotterdammerung Siegfried from Aix-en-Provence in 2009. As moving a performance as one could ever hope to be privileged to see. For anyone wanting to see this altogether superlative stage presentation, it's available for video-on-demand from the Berlin Philharmonic's remarkable website. The BPO is the pit orchestra for the Braunschweig production. One can only be supremely grateful for Heppner's artistry. The rest of the cast of this performance is superb throughout.
operatoronto (9/16/2010 11:30:27 AM)
Singing as a career, opera singing in particular, is a cruel and merciless way to make a living. Each time a singer goes on the stage he sets out on a game of Russian roulette, staking his delicate instrument, his own body in a game of all or nothing. There is no parallel field where true or false is more evident than in singing. A missed tone, a cracked or prematurely shortened note stands out unmistakably. And there is no excuse or mitigating factor. The only one responsible is the singer. So many things can go wrong that day and in that moment on the stage, emotionally, mentally, physically, the smallest error, a virus, an unpleasant letter in the mail taht day--and the finest and most accomplished singer may be ruined. The critics are unforgiving to spot the error. I am saddened by the display of fervour and attention to detail of the mainstream Toronto media critics in dissecting Mr. Heppner's misfortune at the recital to death and littering the land of art critique with his scattered remains. Few years ago in Columbia a soccer player who missed the penalty at the world championship was killed when he returned home. At the consumers' end in the finest of arts a grain of compassion and empathy would be a noble touch.