show⋅stop⋅per, noun: An act, song or performer that receives so much applause as to interrupt a performance. [Merriam-Webster]
Or, to give a specific example, Piotr Beczała’s rendition of Massenet’s "Pourquoi me réveiller", Werther’s last moment of nostalgic happiness before he resolves on suicide. The audience at Barcelona’s Liceu spent a goodly while bravoing, baying, pleading for an encore, more in hope than expectation, it seemed to me, although I heard later that on opening night, Beczala had succumbed to their pleas and given a repeat.
To be fair, if ever an aria performance merited an encore, this was one. It’s been five years since I’ve heard Beczała live and I’d forgotten quite how good he is. He imparts cavernous depth of feeling, his open voice is suffused with warmth and it’s huge. Just when you think he’s singing his heart out, Massenet’s lush score swells and Beczała finds an extra reserve to rise above it, the anguish-laden voice powering over the orchestral wave.
"Pourquoi me réveiller" was the high point of an all-round memorable piece of tenor singing, which itself formed the centrepiece of a memorably excellent production. Werther isn’t always an opera that has touched me: I have often felt a desire to slap the fey poet and tell him not to be so stupid chasing an obviously unobtainable woman (not to mention telling Sophie to wake up and consider the consequences of her flibbertigibbet behaviour). But with the quality of the performances here, Werther’s obsession felt completely credible, his descent into suicidal depression the inevitable consequence of instincts too powerful to be controlled.
Beczała had plenty of top class support. His Charlotte, Anna Caterina Antonacci, was short of her most magnetic, failing to grab the listener in quite the same way as Beczała, but her voice is none the less a remarkable instrument, warm, expressive and beautifully shaped even if we were some way off hearing Antonacci at full power. Joan Martín-Royo provided an excellent foil as Albert, his steely baritone giving the man a harder edge than you often hear. Elena Sancho Pereg sang Sophie in a pretty, clear soprano as well as doing an excellent job of bringing out both the surface attractiveness and the underlying thoughtlessness of the girl. In the hands of Alain Altinoglu, Massenet’s lush score took on Puccini-esque levels of emotional swell.