2004 Season Opera Theatre of the Rockies |
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A Night At the Opera |
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The other laurels went to tenor Daniel Fosha’s ardent, lyrical
interpretation of the “Flower Song,” and baritone Peter Tuff,
who sang the “Toreador Song” with properly massive amounts
of swagger and testosterone. The chorus looked small, but sang with a
huge and energetic sound. The highlight, however, was Martile Rowland’s performance of Butterfly’s aria from Puccini’s “Madame Butterfly.” It’s a rare treat to hear Rowland these days, as she concentrates on teaching and producing — but it’s as much of a treat as ever. Her voice is still big, warm and infinitely expressive. Mark Arnest, The Gazette |
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Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro |
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John Fulton’s Count Almaviva is a person born to privilege but
lacking outstanding qualifications. Fulton’s dark baritone is perfect
for expressing the count’s feelings, which mostly are jealousy and
rage. An even better bit of casting is Sarah Leuwerke as Cherubino, the
pubescent page who’s somehow at the center of so much amorous trouble.
Cherubino is supposed to be adorable — unless you’re the count
— and no one could be more adorable than the freshvoiced, broadly
comic Leuwerke.
In front of the stage, conductor James Albritten and a super-energetic chamber orchestra make magic out of Mozart’s dazzling score ... The string section is one of the finest heard in Colorado Springs... Mark Arnest, The Gazette |
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All of this rambling leads me to a bald-faced pitch for a remarkable musical event going on in town this week -- Opera Theatre of the Rockies' production of Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Olympics of singing. I know little of opera, but I know great singing when I hear it and there is not a weak voice among this entire, huge cast. After attending dress rehearsal of Figaro on Tuesday night, I couldn't erase the sounds of those voices from my head. Figaro is funny and bawdy, laced with broad physical comedy. It's vigorous and quick and light-footed. Hearing these singers follow Mozart's melodious lines for three hours is like watching Vassar Clements fiddle while walking and talking at the same time, all night long. Go to Figaro even if you think you hate opera. You don't. Close your eyes and listen to these voices soar above an entire orchestra's accompaniment, then weave into the orchestration, becoming part of it. I can't imagine how it must feel to sing like that to open your mouth and have the voice of God, or Mozart, come out. These people work harder and exert more energy than most of us experience in a month. This is joy at |