High life

Even a perfect opera such as Don Giovanni improves with a good red

The most divine music ever accompanied by two bottles of Haut-Brion reduced me to an enchanted wreck

4 April 2015

9:00 AM

4 April 2015

9:00 AM

End of season is always bittersweet, the melting snows a bit like autumn leaves. But the days are longer and soon spring will chase away any remaining winter blues. The Eagle Club’s closing is a perennial festive day, with speeches by our president Urs Hodler, an almost teary goodbye to our very own Pino — who has seated and fed us for 44 years — and the Taki Cup awards, won the past two years by my son J.T. in record time: 34 minutes to conquer the highest mountain in Gstaad. (Charlotte Cotton was only five minutes slower, an amazing feat for a young woman.)

It was a hell of a good season — plenty of snow, some fun parties and my forthcoming move to the top of a mountain and away from the madding crowd. Actually, I reserved the best for last, the two greatest operas by the greatest ever composer, shown on Sky Arts and watched by me while downing some very good Haut-Brion. I know it sounds impossible, but even a perfect opera such as Don Giovanni improves with a good red. As does the second greatest, Figaro. As our own Paul Johnson wrote in book Mozart: A Life, ‘it is difficult to produce Figaro badly, it is not, alas, impossible …and I believe Don Giovanni has been massacred even in Prague.’

The two versions I watched on the telly were as good as it gets. The Kiwi baritone Teddy Tahu Rhodes is a terrific Don, towering over his rivals, and when he prepares to run through Masetto, or Don Ottavio, it looks terribly uneven. And in the lighthearted Figaro, he amuses and delights. I grew up on Don Giovannis played by Cesare Siepi, Franco Corelli, Ruggero Raimondi and so on. Tahu Rhodes is a heroic Don who doesn’t take himself too seriously. He’s certainly one of the best-looking. When Mozart first presented Figaro, he was overwhelmed by the reaction. The emperor even banned excessive applause, so that he could hit the sack early. Figaro is a happy opera, but the version I saw was a bawdy one. Cherubino is constantly sticking his hand between Rosina’s legs, and the Count strokes Susanna’s breasts at every opportunity.

When Don Giovanni first appeared in 1787, following Figaro, it was considered to be a tragedy, but Wolfie knew what he was doing. It’s an opera buffa that makes a moral point by sending the Don to hell at the end. I’ve always loved the scene, ‘Repent. No. Repent. No. Well then go to hell.’ One should repent for one’s sins, but seduction is no sin, at least not in Mozart’s, Da Ponte’s, or in my eyes. My favourite of the Don’s lines is, ‘If you’re faithful to one, you’re cheating on the rest.’ Here’s Paul Johnson again on these two great operas: ‘Figaro is an essay on happiness and how it may be attained by forgiveness and reconciliation. Giovanni makes a moral point: that wicked behaviour must be punished…’

Mozart was a good Catholic, so the Don had to go. Nevertheless I love the Don. Errol Flynn once played him in a lousy film, but the casting was perfect. So, while my Low life colleague was listening to the neurotic Mahler’s Fifth while having a tooth extracted, I lay on a sofa drinking two bottles of red and hearing the most divine music ever. By the end, I was an enchanted wreck.

My problem is modern noise, the cacophony that passes for music nowadays. Untalented and incapable of creating a sound, no less a melody, these creeps rely on a jungle voodoo beat that is good for Tarzan movies but little else. The lyrics are even worse. Driving down to Lausanne with my son the other day, I asked him how he could listen to the crap he had put on. ‘I was about to ask you the same thing, dad,’ said the little shit. I suppose it’s a matter of age. Anything after Elvis is a no-no to this old boy, and when my boy hears me listening to Fred Astaire, he covers his ears and rolls his eyes. Talk about a generation gap. Still, Mozart is a miracle that goes with good wine — or bad, for that matter —and his arias are balanced and dramatic and simply wonderful.

I find all modern classical (atonal) music a fraud, an admission of being unable to improve on the past. That goes for literature, painting and the arts in general. Down with modernism, up with Mozart. And speaking of great oldies, on 1 April 200 years ago the greatest of all German statesmen was born, Otto Leopold von Bismarck, on the family estate at Schönhausen near Berlin. Bismarck’s greatness was based on keeping Russia in, Britain out and France down. ‘He was an honest broker of peace; and his system of alliances compelled every power, whatever its will, to follow a peaceful course,’ according to A.J.P. Taylor. He famously dismissed the Balkans as not being worth the life of a single Pomeranian grenadier, only for the great warrior Bill Clinton to bomb Serbia for 78 days in order to establish a Muslim belt in the middle of Europe. Just imagine what Bismarck could have done with the United States had he been born in Milwaukee. One of his major qualities was his ability to separate major from peripheral interests. Think of him, compare him with today’s clowns and weep. Then put on some Mozart, open the wine and dream on.

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  • Fritz123

    Well, what may sound like noise may sound different after some intoxication. I was at a concert that lasted 30 hours and they were playing not more than one tone forever — after some Morton Feldmann with amplifiers and echo when it did not contribute to the music. It was Guantanamo until some kind soul understood my problem. The rest of the night and the following day was fine.

  • andylowings

    I have discovered late that drinking and music ..the sort you go to and sit and enjoy, dont actually mix. That half time drink takes the edge off workaday stress maybe but ruins the real sensitivity of music… and playing it, too, I discovered.

  • post_x_it

    Franco Corelli in Don Giovanni? Are you quite sure about that?

  • Fritz123

    Just saw it, maybe you have never read it, but should this paper announce since? Is it for those who like to remember the late seventies? As I do.