Friday, October 06, 2006

maria callas

Listening to Maria Callas recently, I continue to be challenged by the operatic form which seems contrived at times. However, it is hard not to admire the accomplished nature of the performances. In particular I have been struck by Callas' version of Ebben! Ne andrò lontana. It has a slight manic quality at the end which you just don't seem to get in much popular music.

I think above all the classic and operatic has a broader range of both musicality and emotion which is hard to find in the 3 minute pop song. Don't get me wrong, The Beatles prove pop can be great but even they needed to stretch into other forms to get what they wanted to say said as Sgt. Pepper's testifies. Pop is at its best when it breaks its own form, think Nirvana, think Pink Floyd, think Radiohead.

Ebben! Ne andrò lontana (Ah well then! I shall go far away)
Come va l'eco pia campana, (Like the echo of the pious church-bell goes away,)
Là fra la neve bianca; (There somewhere in the white snow;)
Là fra le nubi d'ôr; (There amongst the clouds of gold,)
Laddóve la speranza, la speranza (There where hope, hope)
È rimpianto, è rimpianto, è dolor! (Is regret, is regret, is sorrow!)

O della madre mia casa gioconda(O from my mother's cheerful house)
La Wally ne andrà da te, da te! (La Wally is about to go away from you, from you!)
Lontana assai, e forse a te, (Quite far away, and perhaps to you,)
E forse a te, non farà mai più ritorno, (And perhaps to you, will never more return,)
Nè più la rivedrai! (Nor ever more see you again!)
Mai più, mai più! (Never again, never again!)

Ne andrò sola e lontana, (I will go away alone and far,)
Là, fra la neve bianca, n'andrò, (There, somewhere in the white snow, I shall go,)
N'andrò sola e lontana (I will go away alone and far)
E fra le nubi d'ôr! (And amongst the clouds of gold!)

Ebben! Ne andrò lontana (Ah well then! I shall go far away)
Come va l'eco pia campana, (Just like the echo of the pious church-bell goes away,)
Là fra la neve bianca; (There somewhere in the white snow;)
Là fra le nubi d'ôr; (There amongst the clouds of gold,)
Laddóve la speranza, la speranza (There where hope, hope)
È rimpianto, è rimpianto, è dolor! ( Is regret, is regret, is sorrow!)
O della madre mia casa gioconda (O from my mother's cheerful house)
La Wally ne andrà da te, da te! (La Wally is about to go away from you, from you!)
Lontana assai, e forse a te, (Quite far away, and perhaps to you,)
E forse a te, non farà mai più ritorno, (And perhaps to you, will never more return,)
Nè più la rivedrai! (Nor ever more see you again!)
Mai più, mai più! (Never again, never again!)

Ne andrò sola e lontana, (I shall go away alone and far,)
Come l'eco della pia campana, (Like the echo of the pious church-bell goes away,)
Là, fra la neve bianca, n'andrò, (There, somewhere in the white snow, I shall go,)
N'andrò sola e lontana (I'll go away alone and far)
E fra le nubi d'ôr! (And amongst the clouds of gold!)



Listening to this record, I wonder why the old fool Onassis ever left Callas for Jacqueline Kennedy. Such a force, what a woman, what a voice.

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4 comments:

jmnsw said...

I think Jackie Kennedy tits were bigger!!!


But seriously I have been a Callas and indeed opera fan for over twenty years.(Try Jessie Norman,Bryn Terfel) Maria was the Billie Holiday of opera and vice versa ..If you love one then the other(billie/maria) must also feel your love so to write. They both lived tragic lives, in many respects, despite their incredible talents. For Billie check out "Strange Fruit" or "Autumn in New York" to have your spine tingling ...then again even the cheapest of CDs lets you into her wondrous world. The song you mentioned was in a movie (Diva) years ago and I sought out the song immeadiately after seeing the movie. I bought a tape of Callas in a shop in Bath for that tune alone. It is awesome.
As for the broader range in opera compared to pop (what exactly does pop mean? )the bands you mention are indeed masters of the art of pop. I think for me it all relative, like comparing golf and soccer, beer and wine, Joyce and Dylan or Beckett. They all have a place in the greater pantheon of our existence/comsumption and none is necessarily lesser than the other, just different. For pop try: "Berlin" or "They're taking her Children Away" from the same album by Lou Reed, "Have a Little Faith in Me" by John Hiatt, "Requiem for my Mother" from "Someone Else's Party " by the Durutti Column, "Shine on you Crazy diamond" by Pink Floyd, I could go on as I am sure you know and lets not start me on Dylan but I give you "Idiot Wind" as a beginner. How about "I'm an Adult Now" by TPOH (deliberatly obscure but valid Canadian refernce) nad as for Jazz manic quality let me introduce you to Charlie Parker, T. S. Monk Miles pop of their time) etc.. anyway I digress.
I fell into thinking once that James Joyce outshone Allen Ginsberg, that Callas outshone Holiday, that Guthrie outshone Dylan or vice versa (actually dylan outshone woody by acountry andcity mile)but in the inpending squint of middle age realised that I like what I like and genres are different not better, worse, bigger, nicer, sexier but differet.
All things to all men can be found if you look hard enough

...so there...!

am said...
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am said...

I guess in some respect it is all relative but most pop is very much developed as a product for the 'least common denominator'.

Other forms just don't have the same involvement of business and therefore can often be driven by individual creativity rather than market acceptability.

That been said I have listened to some of the tracks you mention and certainly pop can on occasion produce great work. I am sure, you, like I, find a lot of it to be complete dross.

am said...

Oh, that was me, just bad spelling.

I thought you could edit comments but apparently not, or am I missing something.