What Are You Listening To?

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After our recent move and having built some 8 book shelves I finally have room for many of my CDs that had been boxed up for some 3 years. Since then, I have been rediscovering many recordings I have not seen for years and had even forgotten about. This disc was among these forgotten recordings. Elisabeth Söderström was born in Sweden 🇸🇪 in 1927 to a Swedish father and a Russian mother. She was a born storyteller… not merely in her roles on stage but also through peppering her recitals with tales and anecdotes. There is a certain irony in this in that she had been rejected in her application to the Stockholm Academy of Dramatic Arts after which she turned to singing.

Currently, I’m listening to disc 1 which collects her recordings of Tchaikovsky songs performed with Vladimir Ashkenazy.

Oh… and Happy Thanksgiving 🦃
 
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This is a disc I will admit to having purchased almost solely based upon the artwork… although admittedly, Richard Bonynge as conductor may have pushed me over the edge. I was unfamiliar with Rosamund Illing as soprano. Even today I know little beyond the fact that she is a leading Australian soprano… and that this recording with her is deliciously sensuous.
 
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Hilde Gueden is another vocalist who I am rediscovering among the CDs of mine that have been locked away for the last few years. Gueden was born in Vienna in 1917 and died there in 1988. She was one of too many who lost some of their best years due to the Nazis and WWII. She fled Austria in 1938 as it had become unsafe for her to stay as she was part Jewish. In 1939 she made her debut in Zurich. Richard Strauss having seen her performance in Mozart’s Cosi fan tutte gave her a photograph inscribed, “To my Sophie Gueden” hinting that she should learn the role of Sophie in Strauss’ opera, Der Rosenkavalier. She became the first Sophie at the rebuilt (post-WWII) Vienna Opera House and the new Salzburg Festspielhaus.

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The first half of this disc in made up of her performances from operettas by Lehár, Kálmán, and Millöcker. The rest of the disc is comprised of her performances of Verdi, Puccini, and Richard Strauss. In spite of dating from the late 1940s through the mid-1950s, the sound quality of these recordings is quite good. I’ve already started looking for the other recordings by Gueden that I know I have. I’m going to need to set about organizing my library of CDs and books so that I can find things a good deal easier. I just pulled out this one storage album and found a slew of Recordings of singers from Maria Callas, Beniamino Gigli, and Jussi Björling through Carlo Bergonzi, Richard Tauber, Erich Kunz, Léopold Simoneau, and Gérard Souzay.
 
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This one might be more up Hermes’ alley. I’ll assume he is well aware of Takemitsu. If not… the shame! 😂 Takemitsu was a Japanese Modernist composer whose compositions are among the most atonal… and yet they are incredibly sensual.
 
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I pulled out the first recording from the album I spoke of in the previous post. Carlo Bergonzi was one of the the greatest singers of the 20th century. His voice reminds me in some ways of Fritz Wunderlich: at one powerful and yet lyrical. The first disc of this collection includes performances of some of the most iconic works by Puccini, Mascagni, Leoncavallo, and Verdi… including highlights from La Bohème, Madama Butterfly, Pagliacci, Rigoletto, etc…
 
This one might be more up Hermes’ alley. I’ll assume he is well aware of Takemitsu. If not… the shame! 😂 Takemitsu was a Japanese Modernist composer whose compositions are among the most atonal… and yet they are incredibly sensual.
I am indeed aware of Toru Takemitsu and have many works composed by him in my collection, but thank you for your recommendation anyway! I feel a resonance between Takemitsu's music and the sculptures of Isamu Noguchi (coincidentally also of Japanese origin). Not that I see images of Noguchi's work in my mind when I listen to Takemitsu; both artists evoke a similar physical response in me that I can only describe as a visceral trembling, if that makes sense. The artists who cause me to react that way are the ones who inspire me to try to do similar work. There are many other artists I deeply admire and even love, but who do not affect my body in that way. An example of artists in this category would be Sargent and Willem de Kooning.
 
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