[Steven Blier discovers what we-all have long known and cherished] Recordings in Review Steven Blier The Yale Review The news from the recording industry has not been encouraging. But for aficionados of serious music the effects of the belt-tightening have been positively dire. Major labels are issuing fewer and fewer new releases, the big chain stores are downsizing their classical departments, and the independent stores, once the lifeline for classical distributors, have disappeared altogether. Even though the record companies' meager offerings favor vocal music over orchestral and chamber works, we serious lovers of singing still feel the hardest hit. Because we used to be tempted each month by a dazzling array of new releases, the slowdown in the industry is a big adjustment for us. We're the most avid of collectors. We love to hear beautiful performances, but we also treasure records simply for their oddness, their rareness, and the memories they evoke. The ethos that once produced the kind of records we now treasure no longer exists. In the not-so-distant past, record executives viewed classical recordings as a long-term investment - something like fine wine or paintings, expected to achieve full value several years after their release. Those days are over. Younger executives, anxious to sell their product quickly, have replaced the old guard of record producers. Now sales are scrutinized more on the time frame of movies, which succeed or fail according to the box office take on their opening weekend. The shelf life of new recordings is appallingly short. When pop tenor sensation Andrea Bocelli started to outsell Luciano Pavarotti, a tyro A&R man wailed at a staff meeting, "What can we learn from this? What does this mean?" An older, more experienced manager broke the silence. "Well, it's simple. Blind trumps fat." For dyed-in-the-wool collectors, there's another truism: "Live trumps studio." Modern recordings are like movies, spliced from a number of sessions. Editing is nothing new, of course - even Maria Callas's classic recordings were pieced together to some extent. But digital technology has made the snips and pastes more facile and more invisible. You can punch in all the high notes from one session, and put the rest together measure by measure from other takes if need be. (I know this firsthand. Choosing takes for a song on one of my own recordings, I remarked, "It's the best way I never played it!") The microphone can make a small, attractive voice sound like a big, imposing voice - if you're not listening too critically. Technology has even made it unnecessary to have the cast of an opera together at one time. On the recent recording of Carlisle Floyd's Susannah, Cheryl Studer was apparently never in the studio with the other singers. Because of a scheduling conflict, she dubbed in the title role later. One wonders if she could also be dubbed out of the performance so that tomorrow's voice du jour could be spliced in at some future date, at little cost to Virgin Classics. It's no wonder that the real excitement among opera fanatics has been generated not by the shiny new Thais with Renee Fleming or, God forbid, by the depressing new Boheme with the sweet, slender-voiced troubadour Bocelli, but by a new series of CD-ROMs created by an opera-lover named Mike Richter. Over the past forty years Richter has amassed a huge collection of rare recordings from both broadcasts and live, in-house sources. He also has developed a network with collectors around the world, pooling their resources (and their chutzpah) with his own vast anthology of more than seventeen thousand recorded performances. As a collector, he's one of the best informed and most enthusiastic. But he brings something else to the table that's unusual for an opera fanatic: he has sophisticated technical skills that he learned at his day job as an engineer. He hit on the idea of using CD-ROMs to make his collection available to the public. One disc can hold forty or fifty hours of music. Richter calls them "audio encyclopedias" and offers them as an easy way to gain access to the history of recorded singing. Because the sound reproduction in this medium is more compressed than on a conventional compact disc, he likens his CD-ROMs to prose synopses of Shakespeare plays, a quick way to grasp the outline while bypassing its subtleties. Don't take this at face value. The historical material and the live recordings don't have the sonic beauty of stereo recordings to begin with, so the tubbiness of the sound caused by the loss of high and low frequencies isn't as serious as it might be with glossier-sounding source material. Perhaps the early recordings would sound better transferred to compact discs, but the primitive sound of 78s generally makes an excellent transition to the compression of the newer medium. The broadcast materials sound pretty decent, though a bit congested. The in-house tapings are variable, and some may become a little tiring to listen to for long stretches. Richter's CD-ROMs are in monophonic sound, even in the few cases where stereo sources are available. On my laptop player, there is an intermittent background whirr and whistle that sometimes creates the odd sensation of hearing opera singers perform in a dentist's office. Mostly, however, the sound is up to the task. The timbres of the voices and the sense of style emerge loud and clear. The first two CD-ROMs I bought were a compendium of nineteen French operas broadcast over thirty-five years, from the 1940s to the mid-1970s, and an anthology of twenty-one pirated performances from the Bavarian State Opera in Munich from the 1970s and 1980s. Issued on conventional CDs they would easily eat up a yard of shelf space. In this format, they are so small that I managed to misplace them in my apartment. One of the issues for self-indulgent collectors is storage space; in my household, which has the appearance of a library organized by smart but unruly children, Mike Richter has attained hero status. He has brought order to my obsession. This product comes with no cover art, not even a jewel box. The silver discs arrive in a plain white envelope with embossed titles as identification. For $8.50 per disc (including postage), you don't get frills. When you start. up the CD-ROM, you are greeted by the equivalent of liner notes and simple graphics: a home page with the program, cast lists, and technical information. There are biographies of many of the artists, and Richter supplies complete librettos for some of the rarer pieces, such as Ernest Reyer's Sigurd. A warning: if you are an opera-lover, make sure you have nothing pressing on your schedule, because you're certainly gooing to have to kiss the next two hours good-bye. The musical array is staggering. Among the operas on the French disc are Giuseppe Verdi's Don Carlos in the original French with an excellent. cast; complete Penelope (Gabriel Faure's only full-length opera) with the great Regine Crespin in her early prime; an intense reading of Edouard Lalo's Le roi d'Ys, recorded during the darkest hours of World War II; and an appendix with a variety of Italian arias and ensembles mostly sung in French translations. The recordings are taken from studio broadcasts made for the Office de Radio Television Francaise (ORTF), which was the primary documenter of French opera and French singers (just as the Metropolitan's live broadcasts became the standard-bearers in the United States). I was planning on channel-surfing my way through lots of short excerpts, starting with the French disc. My first choice was Crespin singing the Act 2 aria from Mozart's Cosi fan tutte - breathtakingly beautiful in the cantilena, pretty clumsy in the coloratura imperfect and vastly enjoyable. I then tried Teresa Stich-Randall singing the Act 2 duet from La traviata with Gabriel Bacquier. The soprano was a true eccentric: she had a white, instrumental timbre and a fast, very narrow vibrato like a sewing machine. The combination of her voice, which was cold and under tight control, and her nature, which was hot and passionate, often made her seem a bit mad. Her Violetta is at once bizarre and unbearably touching. Drunk on the new possibilities of operatic pointing-and-clicking, I planned to dip briefly into each of the complete operas. Then something odd happened. I got caught up in the immediacy and spontaneity of Don Carlos and wound up listening to practically the entire first act. The singing is consistently good, if not transcendently beautiful. But the performance has something that recent studio recordings don't have, even though they are more glamorously cast and alluringly recorded: a dramatic trajectory, honest investment in the work, an urgency and a sense of risk that you can rarely achieve in a commercial studio where digital editing often splices out the excitement as well. Most of all, these French performances have a suavity of style and a linguistic clarity that are staggering. You don't hear French music sung like this anymore. On the international scene, Jose van Dam may be the only extant representative of this rarified school. The musical phrasing is both broad and graceful; the ability to combine these qualities today seems to be a lost art. And if you speak French, you really won't need a libretto to understand the words, either to the native French operas or to the ones offered in translation. Every word of Mozart's Idomenee (ne Idomeneo) is crystal clear, and for extra value, it's served up here in the rarely heard adaptation Richard Strauss fashioned in the 1930s to make the piece more accessible to the audiences of his day. I repeated this experience with almost every item on the French CD-ROM. I have heard plusher voices in Les contes d'Hoffmann, but Renee Doria and Charles Richard sing the piece with an elegance and clarity that have all but disappeared from our musical world. The sinuousness of the line, the forward quality of the diction, and the transparency of the musical texture are a kind of Paradise Regained. There's drama, too: Andre Pernet is magnificently creepy in the villain roles, especially Coppelius, which he sings in a heavy German accent. The effect must have been disturbing for the French public in 1946, and it still packs an uncanny punch more than fifty years later. The Bavarian State Opera CD-ROM offers different delights. Where the French broadcasts preserve a lost school of music-making carefully maintained over several generations, the Munich performances feature the big, cushy international style more prevalent these days. Although these didn't offer the same sort of world-rocking surprises as the ORTF material, there is a lot of pleasure to be had from hearing stars like Mirella Freni, Edita Gruberova, Francisco Araiza, and the underrecorded Margaret Price in their glorious prime. Carlos Kleiber, one of opera's most subtle, colorful, and buoyant conductors, is at the helm for Fledermaus, Boheme, and Traviata. The sense of theatrical urgency again kept me listening far longer than time really allowed. The performances were taped in the theater. You hear the odd suppressed cough from a nearby ... [text missing] ... especially when they are in their middle register. The bottled-up, sometimes glaring recorded sound might take a little getting used to, but if you are accustomed to hearing live music, there is a certain pleasure in hearing a true voice-orchestra balance instead of the artifical one created in the studio. The bloom of Freni's high B at the end of the Faust "Jewel Song" has a triumphant excitement precisely because it wasn't created by an engineer. She's using her own God-given public address system (although she seems to be singing the piece in Esperanto). Ditto the startling brilliance of Gruberova's Queen of the Night in Zauberflote, done, as it were, in one unedited take. It's not quite as perfect as her several studio performances, but hearing her confident, resonant passagework you know why this woman is a legend. You also get a sense of the true size and weight of her voice, which is, need I add, staggering. Mike Richter has also produced a number of thematic recitals. They carry a slightly higher price tag. For $14.95, you can buy "Stars of David," which offers several cuts each by a wide range of Jewish singers, from cantors like Moshe Kusevitzky to opera divas like Evelyn Lear to operetta stars like Fritzi Massary. The singing provides most of the pleasure, but I must report I was fascinated simply to read the list of artists. Could that be the same Maria Ivogun who was Elisabeth Schwarzkopf's teacher and herself a great favorite during the Third Reich? Yep, her father was Jewish, a fact she kept well hidden during the Nazi era. The big stars, the connoisseur's favorites, and the truly obscure all rub shoulders on this compendium, in repertoire ranging from cantorials to arias to art songs. "Men of Empire" features a raft of tenors, baritones, and basses from the British Isles, all born before 1900. Richter dwells lovingly on certain famous voices like John McCormack, who gets forty-nine tracks to demonstrate the breadth of his artistry. But there are many novelties, too, including Sir Charles Santley, who was born in 1834, studied with Gioacchino Rossini's protege Manuel Garcia, and recorded a smattering of songs and arias at the turn of the century when he was sixty-nine. (Charles Gounod added the famous baritone aria "Avant de quitter ces lieux" to Faust especially for him.) I need hardly stress the delicious frisson created by hearing this man (born the year that Lucia di Lammermoor received its premiere) brought back to life on a laptop computer. He probably learned "Non piu andrai" from The Marriage of Figaro (featured on the disc) a mere sixty years after Mozart wrote it. Richter also offers, on a single CD-ROM, the first three volumes of The Record of Singing (here called "Singing on Record"), a historic compendium of operatic voices starting at the beginning of recorded sound, including the only extant recording of a castrato. Compiled by Michael Scott, it was originally issued in six-LP boxed sets on the EMI label with lavish booklets including biographical material. Because the recordings are in the public domain, Richter was able to make the first eighteen records available in this compact format at the rock-bottom price of $8.50, although he scrupulously doesn't include any of the copyrighted annotations. Richter's own productions, "Stars of David" and "Men of Empire," do have biographical material - concise, helpful, respectful but not reverential. The salient features of each singer's training, career, and talent are brought to your attention without sugar-coating their shortcomings. Richter not only has an extraordinary collection, he knows how to choose material to give a quick and flattering portrait of a singer's gifts. In the British disc he writes of the bass Robert Watkin-Mills (1849-1930): "Although lacking the voice or temperament for opera, Watkin-Mills fascinated his audiences with his Handelian runs and vocalization hurled out with force and clarity." Click on his recording of "Honor and Arms," and there it is - breathtaking coloratura runs like a virtuoso trombone player. He may have been a one-trick pony, but what a trick! Richter's unerring judgment became particularly apparent to me in "Stars of David," which includes a number of singers I have heard in performance and have even accompanied in recital. For the older singers, he uses rare 78s, and for the modern ones he mostly uses live performances - broadcasts and in-house tapings as well as television appearances. To present Regina Resnik, he chose selections smuggled from a 1960 recital she did in Vienna. (Resnik herself didn't own a tape of that concert; she wasn't offended at Richter's piracy, she just wanted him to send her a dub for her own collection.) 1n just the few minutes it takes to hear Georges Bizet's "Ouvre ton coeur" you experience the essence of her talent - the... [text missing] ... confident delivery of intimate material. You also hear some blowsiness, a touch of vulgarity, an overindulgence of tier baritonal chest register. It's a wonderful representation of her voice, her supple musicality, and her tendency to overstate, and I guarantee you won't find this performance anywhere else. I then clicked on Marisa Galvany, who was a New York City Opera stalwart in the 1970s and 1980s and a Met second-stringer a little later on. I remember her as an old-fashioned scenery-chewer with an impressive, unruly voice. (Now in her sixties, she's switched down to mezzo-soprano roles and is singing with regional companies. From what I hear, scenery is still not safe in her presence.) Richter has located a live, piano-accompanied performance of Odabella's entrance aria from Verdi's Attila, a bravura piece that exploits the extremes of a soprano's range at full dynamics without stinting on coloratura demands. In other words, a big Geschrei. Which is precisely what Galvany delivers - recklessly throwing her voice around the passagework, lofting the high notes, belting the low ones, she ends with a brilliant, sustained high E-flat that even Joan Sutherland (queen of the E-flat) would have envied. And yes, it's a little sloppy and more than a little vulgar. This was, after all, taped in the 1970s, when the "do your own thing" mentality had invaded even the world of opera. I miss those days of uninhibited singing, and I can tell Mike Richter does, too. Michael Scott's "Record of Singing" is good as far as it goes, but "Stars of David" is a good counterbalance, a Semitic Candid Camera of opera - documenting singers caught in the act of being themselves, in all their brilliance and humanity. My mini-library has been traveling up and down the eastern seaboard with me all month. (These discs are particularly great for train travel if you can get a seat near an AC outlet.) I have sampled the three volumes of live performances from the San Francisco Opera, a compendium of in-house tapings and broadcast material. Volume 1 earns its (admittedly none too steep) price with its inclusion of a 1960 Aida starring Leonie Rysanek and Jon Vickers. These two artists were known for the supercharged intensity of their performances; when they sang together, the effect was incendiary. Although the sound quality is more listenable than the Munich tapes, it isn't close up and intimate. Much of Irene Dalis's Amneris has to be taken on faith, since. her dryish sound does not always get over the orchestra. Not so with the soprano and tenor. In this recording you get a visceral sense of how these big, brilliant voices rang out and filled the hall. Their duets have a desperate erotic charge, palpable even through the sonic limitations and mechanical gurglings. (NB: if you have issues about getting emotional in public places, be careful where you listen to this one. I came close to bursting into tears on the Metroliner when I played Act 3 of this performance.) But wait, there's more. Some of the highlights of volume 2 include Beverly Sills in Manon (partnered by Nicolai Gedda) and Lucia (with the young, pre-Three Tenors Pavarotti). Sills's voice was in peak condition during these performances, which are far better sung than the commercial recordings she made of those operas. It was a delight to rediscover the voice and the theatrical vitality that enthralled me when I first heard her in my teens. Scroll and click, and you can sample Sutherland's sterling Rosalinde in a 1973 Fledermaus; Evelyn Lear and her husband, Thomas Stewart, in a heartbreaking English-language Eugene Onegin conducted by Charles Mackerras; the irreplaceable Renata Scotto in Butterfly. Among the twenty-two operas on volume 3 are a thrilling Jenufa from 1980 with Sena Jurinac and Elisabeth Soderstrom; Peter Grimes with Vickers; Francis Poulenc's La voix humaine with the evergreen sexagenarian Magda Olivero; and Werther pairing a twenty-six-year-old Jose Carreras with Maria Ewing when she was still a fresh-voiced mezzo-soprano. Richter has an interest in Russian opera, and he offers two CD-ROMs devoted to performances from the Soviet Union. One is a library of fourteen works ranging from cornerstone pieces like Boris Gudonov (in three performances) to rarities like Eduard NApravnik's Dubrovnik. The other is a collection of broadcasts of standard European works in Russian translation. The first of these discs is indispensable - mostly good broadcast sound, helpful annotations, fine performances. The second is a collector's curiosity - the bulky, sonorous music making-tends to avoid the gossamer at all costs, and not everyone needs to hear Mozart recitatives or Rossini's rapid-fire finales sung in Russian. But they'd be missing some glorious singing - Galina Vishnevskaya in Falstaff and Fidelio; Ivan Koslovksy as both Christoph von Gluck's Orfeo and of Rossini's Lltaliana in Algeri. If these names don't get your blood racing now, they will after you've heard them sing. Perhaps the biggest buzz has been created by Richter's Wagner and Strauss encyclopedias: he's put the complete operas of these composers on one disc each. I'm slightly allergic to Wagner, so I gave that one a miss, but I have spent some time with the Strauss CD. I have a few reservations about it. The dense, complicated orchestration of these pieces doesn't cotton to the in-house tapings, and the nuances of the singing get lost in the murk on some of the performances. This is the downside of handheld microphones: to enjoy the recordings you need some prior acquaintance with the music, because your inner ear has to supply the missing clarity. Unless you already know the beauty and excitement of Strauss's music, you might find it all a bit noisy. But the disc remains an excellent reference album, and the lyrical moments come through pretty well, like the Schwester-duett from Arabella sung by Lucia Popp and Julie Kaufmann. Some of the operas seem to be from better-sounding broadcast sources (or just more expensive seats), especially Die Schweigsame Frau with Reri Grist sounding fresh and alluring in the killingly high writing of the title role. It's a tribute to Richter's taste and depth of field as a collector that even when the recorded sound couldn't do full justice to the work, I still found it hard to tear myself from the performances. I may have been struggling to hear Lucia Popp's Marschallin and Arabella, roles she never recorded commercially, but it was worth the fight. A few other caveats: the recital albums are compelling, but you can play only one selection at a time, much as if you were listening to 78-rpm sides. As unwieldy as LPs now seem, you can at least sit back and hear a parade of song rather than a series of three minute squibs. Richter tries to be scrupulous about getting performances at the correct pitch, but there are very occasional failures. It was frustrating to find large sections of a Kiri Te Kanawa - Geraint Evans - Frederica von Stade Figaro a half-step sharp, and the third-act Rosenkavalier trio with Popp is a little under A440. But in hours of listening, those were the only major lapses I found; I had never used my computer to listen to music until I got hooked on these CD-ROMs. Though I wasn't looking for yet another... [text missing] ...worth the enslavement. Unless you have good speakers connected to your machine, these recordings will be a private experience. You can't easily share the music with other people except by passing headphones around like a joint. On the other hand, I was thrilled to discover that I could actually groove to Monserrat Caballe in Semiramide while I wrote e-mail or typed in receipts on my accounting program. For other novices, here's a bit of practical advice: make sure you turn off the sound features of any programs you decide to use concurrently with your CD-ROM player. When I innocently logged an expense and pushed "Enter" on my Quicken program, I was greeted with a "Ka-CHING" that would have wakened the dead - and almost gave myself a heart attack. Richter's taste and commitment gave us fanatics something to cling to as we witness with astonishment the ever-quickening and ever-more-painful implosion of the classical recording industry. Major orchestras have lost their big-label contracts and are now self-producing. EMI has phased out one of their classiest lines, Erato, and I hear that another, Teldec, is destined for the chopping block. According to a recent article by music journalist Norman Lebrecht, Tower Records is in deep financial trouble and is insisting on steep discounts and 360 days' credit from suppliers. The small, independent labels that we now rely on for the preservation of our musical culture can't meet these impossible terms. Meanwhile the indies passed up a valuable opportunity last year to unite in a single dot-com site, which would have given them the marketing strength to overcome the manipulations of the powerful chain stores. I knew we had hit an all-time low when I was in the opera section of Tower, a soundproofed sanctuary for maniacs like myself, and stumbled on a display of Charlotte Church CDs. A pre-pubescent girl with a voice like a theramin is not to be confused with a real singer. The future of music commerce would seem to lie in the Internet. Although Napster and MP3s have been the beginning of a revolution in one sphere of music marketing, maverick producers like Mike Richter play an important role in distributing the treasures of our musical past. You can sense the man's intelligence, his dedication, and his integrity in the discs he produces. I doubt that he can singlehandedly stop the insidious dumbing-down of classical music purveyed by major labels. But perhaps his success will inspire other alternative ways to keep making great music and great performances available to the public. As the corporate giants commit classical suicide, the silver lining may be that performers, opera companies, orchestras, and music-lovers get to take the industry back into their own hands and restore true excitement and artistry to recorded music. To see the catalogue of Mike Richter's CD-ROMS, log on to his Web site at http://www.mrichtercom Janos Gereben/SF [log in to unmask]