With the business situation in the recording industry being what it is, studio recordings of operas are more or less ruled out. The positive side of this is that the general public gets the chance to be part of concerts that are recorded and enjoy the tension such an event creates more often. Unfortunately, in the case of Verdi’s Simon Boccanegra at the Konzerthaus (I caught the second of two performances), many used the occasion not only to preserve their frenetic applause for digital eternity, but to cough as well, as the Konzerthaus’s polite request to stifle such noise seemed to rather provoke the contrary. But this – and some shrill notes from a flute in the fortissimo parts of the Prologue and Act II – was by and large all there was to criticize in an otherwise impeccably executed performance.
Predictably, the choice was the work’s more popular revised version from 1881 (where Arrigo Boito changed Francesco Maria Piave’s text and the composer fine-tuned the orchestration and cut instrumental parts), although the Verdi year would have been a good time to give the first, rarely recorded one a try. At any rate, Simon Boccanegra is a masterpiece, although it hasn’t always been regarded as one and will probably never reach the popularity of, say, Rigoletto or La traviata. This may be due to its less accessible tunes and the lack of showcase arias, but also to the sombre and complex plot that involves politics, kidnapping, love, schemes, treason, reconciliation and a slow poison. From the first note on, the first Doge of Genoa is doomed and you are either drawn into it in a way that a sophisticated crime movie thrills you, or you are not. In this opera Verdi does not please for the sake of pleasing.
On the podium Massimo Zanetti gave all he had to squeeze out the best there is in the Vienna Symphony Orchestra: accuracy, beauty of sound and phrases to fit the big picture the composer painted – larger than life and in dark colours with metal tones, as the score gives the brass section the chance to shine. The orchestra took it, providing the purest sound I’ve heard from trumpets in a while and also producing flawless solos for the fanfares. The chorus in this opera consists of about hundred people on stage and more behind, and the Wiener Singakademie, thoroughly prepared by their director Heinz Ferlesch, impressed not only for its sheer volume of sound. Particularly memorable was the council scene that ended in a spine-chilling, hissed curse.