Iain Bell is awaiting the Vienna world premiere of his opera, A Harlot’s Progress. Episode 4: The kid in a candy store
I have a question for you:
What do you call a composer who is so high with adrenaline having watched the first dress-rehearsal of his opera that he will most likely be unable to sleep for days?
Answer: anything you like, he is too excited to give a damn!
Yup. Just home having watched said rehearsal and my giddy little fingers are having even more trouble than normal typing correctly on my iPhone such is my sheer joy! I had long been told by many throughout this rehearsal period that once lights, props, costumes and sets are in place the piece takes on a completely different identity. I nodded to these well-wishers/advice-givers politely but thought they were being friendly and maybe ever so slightly melodramatic. How wrong could I have been…
I had intentionally gone out of my way to avoid the cast members as they were having their costume meetings/fittings in the previous weeks as I wanted the first time I saw them (on stage) to have its full, unadulterated impact. Well this worked, but in no way did I expect there to be SUCH a powerful symbiosis as all these on-stage factors exponentially complimented one another before my eyes.
The cast, who had up to that moment been performing in mufti or approximations of their costumes, were now inhabiting their characters utterly. Wearing this new clobber altered their gait, their posture, the way they gesticulate and much more besides, intensifying their portrayals immeasurably. I know what you’re thinking; all these observations are ridiculously obvious, it IS opera after all. You are right. But when these are characters who have solely existed in your head until five weeks previously, to watch them incarnate with a whole vocabulary (nay, dictionary) of idiosyncratic body language and a wardrobe to rival many a ‘Real Housewife of Beverly Hills’ is completely overwhelming. I had to fight the temptation to rush the stage just to be amongst it all. Fear not, I remained in my seat throughout!
There was the smallest tinge of melancholy to this evening’s run through as it was the final time the pianos were in the pit to accompany the singers as from tomorrow onwards we work solely with the orchestra. The pianists throughout the past five weeks have been Joyce Fieldsend and Raphael Schluesselberg and knowing this would be the last time they would be our ‘orchestra’ was a little sad. Though they remain with us in rehearsals, their role now moves into a different phase, focusing more on listening and taking notes from the auditorium, coaching the singers and liaising with the conductor to ensure the orchestra/singing balance is appropriate, I feel moved to know that I won’t be enjoying their collective ivory tinkling any longer. They have both been a great source of advice and support for me during these past few weeks.
My reaction to today’s goings-on has confirmed to me on an even deeper level that opera is without question the path I must continue to follow if I’m permitted, and as yet I haven’t heard a single note of the orchestra…that comes tomorrow.
I have a feeling sleep will be low on the list of priorities during the coming days!