So, Bryn Terfel, row F, so close you can see him spit as he sings, but not close enough to need an umbrella. And yes, he is every bit the amazing performer we know and love, up close as well.
Having said that, I admit, I suspect that if say, 3 years ago, I had been to a similar concert I would have been much more impressed, than last night. The years of working on heavier rep are showing on his voice, and now and then his voice showed that. But, when you have been working at the peak of the opera world, as Bryn has, for more than 20 years, basically from when you first started professionally, you do tend to expect a few signs of wear and tear. A few shouty notes that were flung, not placed, and a tendency for some of his louder pieces to come across as forced, not controlled, were the signs I was seeing.
But, having said that, we came to hear Bryn, the man, the humour, and his music, and we got that in a generous serving. He introduced the thought behind his programming in a brief chat before he sang. His first teacher at the Guildhall School of Music introduced him to the glories of English song (and especially through the poetry of John Masefield) so, we started with those. Songs that evoke the experiences of someone who moved around, exploring the UK, writing down reflections of what was seen. The second half was devoted to German lieder, based on the experience with his second teacher, Rudolph Piernay.
Throughout the evening, Bryn's diction was exemplary. Most of the time every word could be heard clearly, a feat that many singers struggle with. A reflection of the focus on German repertoire for much of his career perhaps? Or just a determination to get it right? Either way, it was impressive and pleasing. (And a lesson to young singers. If a large Wagnerian voice can be clear, so can you)
He also was very clear with the songs he sang to make them very much his own. Stretch a note here, emphasise something there just a little differently, to make a point. Always, it related to the words, or the music, always justifiable, even if not necessarily what we might call "good taste" But, he always had a reason for doing so, these were his interpretations, his performances, and if you did not like it, quite frankly, well you were at the wrong concert. His performances may not be the ones I would necessarily want on CD, but as live performances, they were compelling.
After the songs based on Masefield poems, we had a group of Roger Quilter songs. When I hear Roger Quilter, I often realise I know so little of his music and should learn more. Again, that happened here. A couple of beautiful songs, then a break for interval.
After interval we were firmly into German Lieder territory, starting off with a rip roaring Der Beiden Grenadiere, which, while full of enthusiasm, brought home how much Bryn's voice has changed. This is not the thing of beauty that won the lieder prize at the Cardiff Singer of the World contest, but rather, a matured voice showing signs of wear and tear, albeit one being used by a consumate showman of a singer. He was hear to entertain, and that he delivered in spades.
So, after that disappointment, to hear him sing such beautiful pianissimi in the quieter songs (including the one above) was a revelation. Frankly, the choices of Litany for the Feast of All Souls and to Sing on the Water were a demonstration that, while the voice may not be what it was, the artistry and technique behind it is still phenomenal. I think it is also the first time I have heard to Sing on the Water sung successfully by a large male voice, as opposed to a high light soprano.
He also had a lot of fun with the Trout, leaving me in no doubt, Bryn likes to fish. It was another case of Bryn as showman, rather than Bryn as fine musician, even though, to get there he had to be the latter, as well as the former.
He finished with a few "traditional Celtic songs" - Danny Boy, Passing By, All through the night and Loch Lommond, the last two getting audience involvement. How many of you can say you have sung with Bryn? (I can now)
And then for the (in a performance like this, mandatory) encores, we had "the Big Brown Bear" (which seems to be a common encore for him) and finally the entry into Valhalla from Das Rheingold, with amazing playing by Sharolyn Kimmorley. It wasn't the huge orchestration of Wagner, but she was able to create the sense of immensity that the orchestra creates at that point of the score, immensity, inevitability and finality. The fact she was was able to do that, after playing the mostly much more lyrical and flexible accompaniments of the songs, speaks volumes to how much an integral part of the concert she was. It also says something to me, that when he sang that small chunk of Wagner, he seemed to be singing what felt right. However enjoyable the evening had been, he is now, and is indelibly stamped, with the Wagnerian Baritone label, which is not a bad thing. Many of us remember thinking at the time he first burst onto the international opera scene with his Cardiff win, and his performance at the Saltzburg Festival as Joachanaan, that this is where he would be, given time. How right we were.
So, as much as I would have liked to have sat and listened to him sing an evening of his big signiature roles with orchestra, hearing him sing songs with piano accompaniment was a reminder of just how versatile he really is. And a very potent reminder of just how significant a performer he has been throughout his career. A great talent, with a charming presence, and a genuine pleasure in performing for others. Would that all were like that.
Bryn in 1989 (Cardiff Singer of the World contest)
