Le Nozze di FigaroThe Royal Academy of MusicL’elisir d’amore; Albert Herring Glyndebourne on Tour in Norwich
It seems that every opera company that thought it might be a bit naff to stage Le Nozze di Figaro last year has decided that it would be smart to put it on this year, so that I have never seen any opera so often as Figaro during the past ten months — and, if there is any that it’s a good idea to see that often, this is surely the one. The scurry of those opening bars of the overture lifts the spirits as surely as the grandeur of the first bars of the Meistersinger prelude, each of them promising in its own way a period of bliss ahead, each of them a comedy which, however disruptive some of its constituent elements, is finally reassuring.
The Royal Academy of Music has so many aspiring Mozartian singers that it had two casts of principals for the four performances, and, using a logic which continues to escape me and anyone I’ve consulted, changed the cast halfway through each performance, surely a weird way of ensuring that they would all get a chance to sing the whole of their role.
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