When even the minister comes

Attended an opera: While cities like Vienna and Salzburg, have regular - if not non-stop - programmes with their native composers' oeuvre, Slovakia's capital Bratislava's frequency to perform operas of its famous son Johann Nepomuk Hummel - or his compositions in general - is almost zero. You would as why? I simply don't know. Perhaps, it's too much of a burden. But, last Sunday, Hummel's opera Mathilde de Guise was performed, and remarkably in an HIP version. Historically Informed Performance. Not the standard modern instruments, but real gut-strings, natural horns and trumpets, etc. A tantalising flavour for real connoisseurs.

It was a great surprise, that unlike during the Slovak (and world!) première of the opera Svätopluk by Eugen Suchoň, which has been hailed as the nation's national opera by the government leaders earlier, but where not one single dignitary bothered to be present, at this performance, lo and behold the Minister of Culture himself was present. Would he suddenly demonstrate interest in early music?

The performance itself was merely a concertante\show. Usually, players and singers are the one who suffer and sweat. The builders of the opera made sure that this suffering was to be more balanced; not only the acoustics of the auditorium (especially erected for operas!) is a dull as a gymnasium, they made sure, that the temperature in the hall would be at around 28 degrees centigrade, which - at least if you didn't show up in bermuda shorts and t-shirts, your going-out wardrobe became more than just uncomfortable. 

The whole project - as it was obvious - was hardly worthy than it would befit. A clever marketing boss from Bratislava would make this into a happening with fireworks, with prestigious drumrolls and streamlined PR. As the conductor himself was no one else but Maestro Didier Talpain, who happens to be in fact the cultural attaché of the French Embassy, and is using the French tax-payers' money to sponsor his own conducting projects at the expense of many Slovak musicians, it was exactly this what was wrong with the whole happening. A poorly planned musical one-nigh-stand to inflate monsieur Talpain's ego. 

But yet, since a diplomat sent an invitation, the minister bothered to attend, even if all of the early music attempts are gravely ignored by his bureaucrats. Perhaps it looks as a good sign, yet it is a harsh but real sarcasm. Only the really impressive performance and singing technique by Íride Martínez was a balming compensation for the whole.

MS