Yesterday, the radio opera was “Werther,” by Jules Massenet, based on the (epistolary) novel by Goethe (who wrote it at age 24, which, coincidentally, was the same age at which Bruce Springsteen wrote “Born to Run.” (Massenet was in his 40’s when he wrote the opera,, and it took him two years to complete it. Composing operas is a lot harder than it looks.) It occurred to me that entitled straight young men haven’ changed all that much in the last few hundred years – the biggest change would be in the last fifty years – now, instead of self harm, they take it out on the object of their “affections.” And, yes, that is an unfair generalization, and not all of them are violent at all. But they surely tend to be whiny. Werther’s whine, the aria “Pourquoi me réveiller?” is heartbreakingly beautiful. Although the words and the music are very different, it has a strong similarity in tone and feel to Lensky’s aria “Kuda, kuda vï udalilis” in Eugene Onegin (usually just called “Lensky’s aria” here), also sung by a tenor about to die. And darn it, now I am reminded of Jerry Hadley. I don’t know when he recorded a CD with conductor Paul Geminiani of Great American Songbook songs every one of which is similarly whiny to Werther’s and Lenski’s, but I do own it, and have played it once and am in no hurry to do so again because Jerry shot himself in 2007. I could wish that life had not imitated art in this case. Sorry to be sharing such a downer today. I’m off now to see Virgil, which should cheer me up, and I’ll of course check in upon return.
Those of us who are melanin-deficient could learn a thing or two from this. From the Root.
Speaking as a person who lives in a more or less chronic drought area, I found this impressive.
“Friends” – guess there are things AI is good for.
