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Game, Set, Match: Marie Jacquot

This article first appeared in Danish,, as pictured, in the Autumn 2024 issue of the Danish magazine Klassisk – an outstanding publication to which I am proud to contribute regularly and to which you should all subscribe. I’m very grateful for the magazine’s permission to republish it in English.

Eight years ago, in her mid-twenties, Marie Jacquot was working as a Kapellmeister at a small German opera house. She made a promise to herself. ‘I said, if I am 30 and I have not made it as a conductor, I will do something else.’

What would she have done? ‘I like animals, so maybe a vet, or running a day-care centre for dogs,’ she replies, in absolute sincerity. She had plenty of options. She could have continued her career path as a professional tennis player, which had taken her to victory at the junior rounds of the French Open. She could have become a professional trombonist, having studied the instrument in Paris.

But there was no need. By the time she turned 30, Jacquot had indeed ‘made it’ as a conductor and was about to be nominated for the Newcomer of the Year prize at the International Opera Awards. This summer, she completed her first season as principal guest conductor of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra. In August she joined the Royal Danish Theatre as principal conductor. In two years, she will combine her position in Copenhagen with the chief conductorship of the WDR Symphony Orchestra in Cologne – one of Germany’s most prestigious radio orchestras.

Those orchestras are the lucky ones. There are many more who wanted to sign the conductor whose rapid rise has been described by Radio France as ‘irresistible’.

Jacquot was born in Paris, but grew up in Chartres, the picturesque town in the Loire Valley famous for its gothic cathedral. ‘I went to a lot of organ and brass band concerts,’ she says. ‘There was plenty of Bruckner performed in the cathedral, so I probably got my desire to play the trombone from there.’

But there was another career path beckoning: competitive sport. ‘I was good [at tennis] and I liked it,’ says Jacquot. ‘You ‘play’ tennis just like you ‘play’ music – it’s the same verb. But the deeper you get into tennis, the more the idea of ‘play’ disappears: you’re playing against someone and someone is playing against you. This competitive aspect I did not enjoy and it wasn’t fun anymore. The more I played the trombone in the orchestra, the more I saw that it was about playing together with people. This grew more and more in my soul and I realized I needed to stop tennis and make music.’

Isn’t there a competitive element to conducting? ‘I benefitted from tennis,’ says Jacquot, ‘from the hard work, the preparation, the mental strength. Being in front of an orchestra is not easy for your mind. But competition is something I know and something I don’t want. I try not to look left and right and see how she is doing or how he is doing [other conductors]. I just do my thing as well as I can. I prepare as well as I can. I give my best and it either works or it doesn’t work.’

As a 14-year-old trombonist, Jacquot joined a conducting class that had just been established in Chartres. ‘You have good arms’, her teacher there told her, she remembers. She later applied to study at the University of Music and Performing Arts in Vienna, failing the trombone exam but passing the conducting exam. Among her teachers in Vienna was Fabio Luisi, current chief conductor of the DR Symphony Orchestra, who taught at the school for one semester. ‘Marie was a very interesting student back then,’ Luisi told me last year, ‘and she has developed beautifully since. I am very happy about her position at the opera [in Copenhagen].’

For any conductor, the big challenges come in the first few years. ‘Everything is new when you finish school and as my family isn’t from a musical background, I didn’t have the advantage of knowing how the profession works,’ Jacquot says. ‘Orchestras want someone conducting who already has a lot of experience, and when you’re starting out you don’t have any. You are confronted with difficult situations; you make mistakes and you learn from them. Sometimes you make a good decision, sometimes you make a bad decision. Next time the same situation comes up, you think you know how to deal with it but you’re with a different group of human beings who might react differently. So even though you do it right, it might actually be the wrong decision.’

Are there orchestras she’s failed to conduct well? ‘Yes. Not a lot, maybe two.’ What went wrong? ‘You can’t tell. Often it’s just about timing – being there at the wrong time. Or having a personality that doesn’t suit the orchestra, or having musical ideas that won’t work with the mentality of the orchestra. But that’s actually what I love about the job. Ultimately it’s about how you communicate with other human beings. It’s never just a routine.’

Something clicked when Jacquot made her debut at the Royal Theatre with Gounod’s Faust in September 2021 – an opera in her native French. ‘Every performance was amazing,’ Jacquot recalls, pausing before adding: ‘of course, some performances were a little less good than others. But the musicianship, they way we played music together, was there every time.’

Opera hadn’t been part of Jacquot’s plan. ‘I did not like opera because I had never seen one and as a trombonist I had no connection to voices. I also hated contemporary music.’ When she arrived in Vienna to study, she needed to learn two things quickly: the German language and how to rehearse. ‘So I agreed to conduct all the works by the student composers, about 100 world premieres,’ she says, widening her eyes.

That brought her to the attention of Kirill Petrenko, then general music director (GMD) of the Bayerischen Staatsoper, now chief of the Berliner Philharmoniker, who hired her as an assistant in Munich for two months, working on the world premiere of Miroslav Srnka’s opera South Pole. The Kapellmeister job followed, at the theatre in Würzburg. It was a baptism of fire into the world of the opera house.

‘It was very hard,’ Jacquot recalls now. ‘You need to be there for everybody, basically. You have to conduct your own productions and stand in for the GMD, who might suddenly not be around for two weeks. Then you have an orchestra that thinks it’s better than it is, which for a young conductor is not easy. And the smaller the opera house, the bigger the problems.’ Why? ‘Not enough people, everyone doing a little bit too much – challenging on a human level. Oooh it was hard…three years, I don’t know how I did it! But I would certainly do it again.’

She did it again, immediately – moving from Würzburg to a Kapellmeister position at the Deutsche Oper am Rhein, a more prestigious company but one that uses two theatres and two orchestras, one each in Düsseldorf and Duisburg. That put Jacquot on another sharp learning curve. ‘You conduct La Traviata with the Düsseldorf Philharmoniker at the theatre in Dusseldorf, then two nights later you conduct it at the theatre in Duisburg with the Duisburg Philharmoniker. It was like driving two different cars, one Ferrari, one huge truck. You learn different ways to move, different ways to communicate. What an experience; it was amazing!’

After six years as a Kapellmeister, Jacquot had fallen for opera and the operatic way of doing things – the essential flexibility between singers on the stage and orchestra beneath it; the transplanting of chamber music ideals onto the largest of scales. It taught her how to accompany concerto soloists, she says – one of her biggest fears as a student conductor. When the world opened up after the Covid-19 pandemic, it was time to hit the road as a freelance conductor.

When we meet at Hotel Kong Arthur, near Dronning Louise’s Bridge in Copenhagen, Jacquot has been working for two days with the DR Symphony Orchestra, preparing a challenging programme including Elgar’s Symphony No 2. She appears bright-eyed, energetic but calm. She is clear in her thoughts and expression. In a grey trouser suit, she has the demeanor of a lawyer more than a maestro. She listens do my questions attentively. She leans forward, her elbows on her knees, to answer them.

Two days later, she conducted the Elgar for the first time: a bracing and fluent performance of the greatest and most technically difficult symphony ever written in England that remains in general currency. ‘I take it like a train journey through the English landscape,’ she told me back at the hotel; ‘you are passing different moods and different weathers, but you’re not going in to each one too deeply, or you miss the spirit of the piece.’

Jacquot conducting the DR Symphony Orchestra in April 2024

Most of us in Copenhagen had only ever seen Jacquot conduct from the shoulders-up: in one of the city’s two opera pits (Faust in 2021, next the gala concert to mark the fifty year reign of Margrethe II in 2022, then a finely-balanced reading of Tchaikovsky’s Eugene Onegin in October 2023). In the DR Concert Hall, Jacquot was strikingly impressive – her gestural language as refined and judicious as the young Vladimir Jurowski’s (she also has his breadth of repertoire), her resolute stance reminding me Vasily Sinaisky’s. If the ‘good arms’ her teacher described came from tennis, so does her careful footwork. ‘I worked a lot on the “how you look” aspect of conducting,’ she admits; ‘the job has a theatrical aspect to it – a visual aspect. It’s a little like mime.’

When we meet, Jacquot is fresh from conducing in America and Japan. ‘It’s important for me to experience different styles, different cultures, different sounds,’ she says; ‘I am still learning and I will never stop.’ Can she recognize different orchestral sound cultures in different parts of the world? ‘I’m generalizing, but in America, there is a culture to play what is written. You need to give a lot of input while conducting, because they’re waiting for you to tell them how to do it. In Vienna, they do it more themselves, as individuals, whereas in America they’re a little bit more like a well-drilled machine. So in Vienna it might not be absolutely together, but it might have this soul, this humanity, that maybe I miss in America.’

She draws comparison between the DR Symphony Orchestra and the Royal Danish Orchestra. ‘I am amazed at the precision of the DRSO, how they can play the Elgar in the second rehearsal. That’s a radio orchestra: you press record and they have to play well and play together. What I like about the Kapel is the kind of operatic music-making where you are constantly supporting singers, and out of that you get a different sound – moving together and finding each other. It’s a longer process.’

I ask Jacquot what made her accept the position with the Royal Theatre. ‘The Kapel [the orchestra],’ she replies without hesitation. ‘This amazing bond we had for the first time and that we had with Onegin and that I hope we will keep for the coming years. I see the potential the Kapel has, and that makes me very happy.’

Initially, the theatre offered her more – the post of chief conductor. ‘I did not want to be chief, so we met in the middle with principal conductor. There is a difference. It’s too early for me to take on too many non-musical responsibilities including human resources things. It’s not that I’m not grown up, but I want a few more years in my pocket before I take on that sort of thing. I need to learn how to be a chief conductor and to focus on the music, which I can do as principal conductor. I will continue freelancing until I take on the WDR job, and from then I will stop my guest conducting engagements and be more present for the Kapel, maybe able to take on more responsibilities, not only for my productions but for other ones. What I am doing now is a kind of transition. In the long term, I have no wish to conduct orchestras and leave again. I want to develop something together.’

In the new season, she conducts a revival of Damiano Micheiletto’s staging of Puccini’s Il Trittico (‘a chance to get to know the soloists ensemble’) and the Danish premiere of Manfred Trojahn’s 2011 opera Orest, written as a sequel to Strauss’s Elektra, staged by Kasper Holten (‘contemporary music is very important to me’, she says). But her plans concern more that what’s written in the season book. ‘There are many possibilities: making the playing in the Kapel even better; improving the sound of the theatre and the concert shell; fighting for more concerts; perhaps even having an orchestral academy, which is a big wish for me; maybe even appointing a Kapellmeister.’

When her sometime predecessor, the late Michael Boder, resigned his position as chief conductor at Det Kongelige Teater in 2016, he claimed he had ‘never had a conversation with the theatre [management] about art.’ Is Jacquot aware of the Royal Theatre’s layers of bureaucracy? ‘We have a new management now, with a new Kapelchef. We have made a new position, because the Kapel needs it, and that will make better communication between me, the Kapel, the house and Elisabeth [Elisabeth Linton, Artistic Director, Royal Danish Opera]. I hope the Kapel will have a more meaningful place in the whole house and will feel better supported. I think they all want to be even better than they already are, and I have some musical ideas. We will try to make that happen but basically, I want to learn my job.’

Right now, she is working with Linton on the repertoire for the season 2026-27. What we won’t be hearing from Jacquot is Janáček. She says she will only conduct operas in languages she can speak, which allows for French, Spanish, Italian, German and English (‘I have some affinity with Russian,’ she says, ‘and Onegin was an experimentation that went well’).

I ask about her life away from music. ‘I live in Graz with my fiancé’, she tells me (they have since married). ‘And no, music is not my whole life. I love going to restaurants, I love getting out into nature and I love rollercoasters.’ Does she have any pets? ‘I don’t, and I would love to. But I don’t want a pet at home on its own; if I want a pet, I want to be there for it – same with a child.’

Before we close, I congratulate Jacquot on her spate of recent awards. At a glitzy televised ceremony in France, Victoires de la Musique, she was named Conductor Revelation of the Year and presented with an Oscar-like trophy. She smirks. Has it put any more pressure on her? ‘I dooooon’t caaaaare!’ she exclaims with a smile, dipping her head down, drawing the words out in English – and in so doing, sounding so very French. ‘From this point, everything that happens in my career is a bonus, a gift. I live from one of the most beautiful jobs ever, making music. I’m happy.’

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Back to the Faroes

Returning to the Faroe Islands this January, for the first time since 2017, was a stimulating experience. I wrote about that first visit in The Northern Silence: about the country’s extraordinary music scene, first and foremost, but also of its topography – the leering mountainous heights, black-sand beaches, candle-smoke waterfalls and breathtaking spring moonlight. It remains, in fact, the most extraordinary, luminous moonlight I have ever encountered; almost dazzling as it skims off the North Atlantic and its snaking inland fjords (water is everywhere you look here).

This time was different. Heavy snowfall on the evening of 4 January made the already dramatic approach to Vágar Airport more viscerally thrilling, as the sheer rock that veers up alongside the plane windows was rendered all the more fearsome, in the dark of night, by its whiteness. On the taxi journey from the airport, this time to Klaksvík, not Tórshavn, the snowfall became progressively more intense and the vehicle’s back wheels slid out more and more, lurching towards the steep drops into black water that edge many of the roads as they cling to edges of these mountainous islands.

Biskupsstogota in Klaksvík, Sunday 5 January (photo: Andrew Mellor)

For some of the two-hour journey, that science fiction-like moonlight was back. The image that will remain with me was probably (I can’t say for sure) from the island of Eysturoy – maybe the bottom of the inlet at Skálabotnur – as the snow really started to pile down from the sky. I glanced out of the taxi’s right hand rear window during a blizzard; all was white except for the black-sand beach of a cove and the sea, still unfrozen, throwing huge foaming rollers onto it (all illuminated by the moon and the snow). I wrote in The Northern Silence of ‘the overbearing impression of the Faroe Islands is of a place that really doesn’t want you around…just being there feels like an incursion onto terrain that could, at any moment, react angrily to your presence.’ Turns out I hadn’t seen the half of it.

I’d visited Klaksvík in 2017, but remembered it as little more than a single stretch of street between the artist Edward Fuglø’s studio and a barn-like civic building on the west side of the fjord (just where a bus dropped us off, and picked us up again, either side of lunch). On that visit, at a function laid on by Klaksvík Kommune (the town council), an elected official recounted some colourful local tales, adding with a completely straight face that a community of spirits lives on these islands alongside humans, and even ‘have their own sheep.’ Some Faroese can see them, others not, he explained, and told us how one of them once knocked his cup of coffee over by way of a salute.

This time I arrived at around 10pm local time, and the snow was so deep that sidewalks were more-or-less inaccessible. You had to walk on the road, and then through often waste-deep snow to access any building off it.

Varpið (photo: Klara Jacobsen)

I was dropped at Varpið, Klaskvík’s newest attraction: a smart hybrid of theatre and concert hall, like a version of Reykjavík’s Harpa in miniature (it had the same architect), that sits at an angle over Klaksvík’s main street, like part of a satellite freshly fallen from space and left lodged in position. Inside is what the composer Sunleif Rasmussen believes is now the Faroe Islands’s finest acoustic. The auditorium is smart, cosy and atmospheric; a balcony lined in sculpturally slatted wood curves up and around it from the stage. The business of my trip was here: to see Rasmussen’s new opera – only the second written in the Faroe Islands – Regin smiður (here is a link to my review of it for Seismograf; another will follow, in print only, for the British magazine Opera).

These days I don’t get to travel as frequently; my baby and toddler take priority. One positive: I’ve learned to savour the very idea of being away, far more than I did when I was away numerous times every month. Just being back on the Faroe Islands, having been in both Copenhagen and London within the previous 48 hours earlier and in the afterglow of a family Christmas in rural England, felt pinch-me remarkable. That feeling was exacerbated by the wildness and extremity of the place and the counterintuitive fact of travelling there to see an opera.

The snow was my biggest obstacle. Every time I re-opened the front door of my Air BnB in downtown Klaksvík from within, the snow outside would be deeper: knee-deep immediately, but thigh-deep in the ridge that separated the sidewalk from the street, the latter being the only viable thoroughfare for a pedestrian. With it came quietness, brightness, and a strange new imposition to the U-bend of mountainous ridges – and the southerly tip of Kunoy – that closes Klaksvík in and harbours its fishing fleet.

View across the water from Klaksvíksvegur, to the Henning Larsen boathouse

I ventured out on Sunday morning in search of something to eat, but immediately headed the wrong way (my nose suggested as much, but I’d been told about a bakery that turned out not to exist). Hopping into the snow banks from the flat white road when a car appeared, I first took the street up past Varpið but couldn’t find anywhere open. From here, across the water – back on my side – I glimpsed some neon among the grey-white-out. It denoted petrol stations and one of them had decent coffee, some bread and sandwiches, and copies of ELLIVU – the perfect-bound, glossed-out Faroese answer to the UK football magazine FourFourTwo. I bought a copy.

ELLIVU, like so much on the Faroe Islands, baffles you by its very existence. As on my previous visit, I spent a great deal of time just wondering how things get here. Being at a bijoux little theatre in Klaksvík (population 5,000), watching an avant-garde opera that had sold out four previous evenings, raises plenty of quite fantastic questions.

Varpið‘s auditorium from the stage (photo: Klara Jacobsen)

The Faroese take their music just as seriously than their sport – perhaps even more so. Music here is about something far more important than industry, economics, social engineering, personal fame – all the things it has come to mean elsewhere (all this is discussed in The Northern Silence, though Rasmussen’s opera spoke of it too). After the show, I ate some really good pizza (Molly’s) and drank a beer to savour: Regin smiður, named after the opera and brewed for the occasion by Föroya Bjór, the national brewery based just yards away (in the summer, some friends from California, in Copenhagen fresh from the Faroe Islands, bought us a crate of Slupp – surely Föroya Bjór’s most delicious brew, tasting not unlike Carlsberg’s 1883 but with the sense of something more distinguished and cared for). Sometimes, you have to go a long way to experience simple things, done really well.

At 05.30 on the morning of 6 January, a taxi arrived to ferry me to the airport (it also collected the opera’s conductor, whose Air BnB was in the same building). I’d been speaking Danish to some of the Faroese I encountered, but was never quite sure it wouldn’t be interpreted as patronisingly colonial. And besides, I struggled to understand much of the Faroese-accented Danish that came back at me. I am sure the Faroese – and Danes, for that matter – have a similar problem with my English-accented Danish.

In the earliest days of January, I was sent to the Faroe Islands to review a new opera. It was thrilling to be back
Klaksvík east from Klaksvík west, Sunday 5 January (photo: Andrew Mellor)

So I spoke English with this taxi driver. ‘We have one more to collect,’ he told me and the Czech conductor. He took a side road off Klaksvíksvegur – Varpið’s street – and the vehicle was soon impounded by the steel of heavy industry. ‘It is a fisherman who’s joining us,’ he added. A dozen yards or so down to the open dockside, and he pulled up by the sheer steel hull of a large deep-sea trawler, and hooted his horn. The silhouette of a fisherman appeared on the gangplank, bag over its shoulder, and we began the careful, weaving journey back through the snowy mountains from Bordoy through Eysturoy and Streymoy to Vágar.

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Savonlinna

I finally made it to Savonlinna. Five young women from England wanted to know what I was wearing. Thankfully nobody at the opera festival cared.

A decade ago, relatively inexperienced and hungry for work, I was asked to interview the outgoing Artistic Director of Finland’s Savonlinna Opera Festival. It was an external commission from a client I wanted to please. I made noises over email to obscure the fact I hadn’t actually been to Savonlinna (though I didn’t lie). After many hours of preparatory research, it felt like I had.

Now, I actually have. Last week, on 6 July, I was dumped abruptly near Savonlinna by a non-liveried Saab 340, one of only five passengers on board. Having topped up that research of a decade ago and re-read the interview transcript, the place was pretty much as I’d been picturing it. Perhaps there was a touch more of both the idyllic (the castle and coast) and the drab (the city) about it. Beyond that, it simply felt magnificent to be back in in Finland – as it always does. That’s a feeling I have never quite managed to rationalise.

Medieval Castle opera in Finland is a far cry from Country House opera in England. Nobody cares what you’re wearing. The auditorium is huge – the capacity approaches that of the Royal Festival Hall – and attention is rapt. In an interview two hours after I arrived, current Artistic Director Ville Matvejeff asserted that Savonlinna sees itself as the most prestigious opera stage in the country. It has the advantage (over the Finnish National Opera) of a short one-month summer run to be able to book stars – one usually tops the bill each year, Lisette Oropesa for 2023 – and employ a colossal chorus of 72. My interview with Matvejeff, with words from others and an analysis of where Savonlinna sits 111 years on from the first operatic performance inside the castle, will run in a future issue of Opera Now.

On my second day in Savonlinna, I was swallowed-up by a group of five British wellness and travel journalists. They were on a Visit Finland-sponsored press trip staying at Pihlas Resort – a high-end ‘eco-luxury’ spa and hotel in the Lakeland area of Saimaa, about an hour’s drive from Savonlinna.

With the festival’s Head of Communications, Sonja, I met these five women off a minibus. Sonja then proceeded to give us a backstage tour of the castle that hosts the opera, Olavinlinna (‘backstage’ = the bits of the castle sufficiently free of the general public to be crammed with the apparatus required for large-scale opera). Next we climbed aboard an elegant double-decked steamboat, which padded around Finland’s biggest lake as we were served savoury tapas and Aperol. Three hours later the boat dropped us at a concealed jetty at the back of the castle-island, from which we could sneak into the auditorium/courtyard via the orchestra pit, and take our seats.

It was a breath of fresh air, on the boat, to listen to these journalists from my homeland (and Sonja) – marooned as I am in northern European climes where social conventions and conversational rhythms are so different.

Then, a short way into the boat trip, it started – a familiar trope. ‘We’ve decided: we’re all moving to Finland,’ one of the women proffered, to general good-humoured agreement. ‘I feel my whole body has kind of gone down a few gears…like I can breath again,’ said another, who had made the journey from Fulham (she actually said this happened the moment she was embraced by the cool white-grey of a Finnair cabin on the tarmac at Heathrow).

This took me back to my first extended visit to Finland in 2007, when I tramped heavy-hearted back to London from Kuhmo, absolutely convinced that the only reasonable course of action to reclaim what looked like a grim future was to lay foundations for a permanent move to Finland.

Part of that is the buzz of a press trip, when you’re working without working (not something that’s possible these days – not for me, at least). Part of it was the obvious effect of Finland’s flat lakes and forests, its ever-present horizon. Much of it, I suspect, was the realisation, among these five young women, that the Finns they were encountering lived their lives in a way that contrasted hugely with daily grind in London, Birmingham and elsewhere.

Is the ‘lets’s move to Finland’ line a figure of speech, an impossible dream, or a rational and realisable objective? After Brexit and the pandemic, it’s demonstrably harder than before. But it was a tough enough proposition for a single British man, and even more a single British woman, back in 2007 – or even in 2015, when I made the move to Copenhagen. ‘Have you found it difficult to integrate in Denmark?’ Sonja asked me on my first night in Savonlinna. I took a while to answer before conceding that yes, on balance I have, but that the circumstances mean those difficulties haven’t affected me all that markedly. Settling in Finland, with a language that bit harder to master, a climate that bit more brutal and a capital city that bit further off the beaten track, would be a very different proposition. Still, I know brave people – including two from London – who have done it.

I often wonder why more people don’t move to countries with which they feel attuned, to which they feel more politically aligned, and whose creative optimism or pervasiveness they find more inspiring. One of the Savonlinna women had, indeed, moved to Paris from England and made a career there. Who hasn’t dreamed of living in Paris? She’d actually done it.

Another of the women was wise enough to notice that the experience they were being shown at Pihlas was far from everyday reality, even for the Finns who work there. And yet, I know from talking to them – a diverse group, but an educated and worldly one – that they saw the gulf that exists between the way life works in Finland and the way it works in England (and France). I reassured them that yes, this is really the case, even in an increasingly globalised Helsinki (and even in Copenhagen).

Then, opera. The women had been told I was an opera specialist, and their journalistic inquisition led them to prod me gently for insights. I found this no less awkward than when, around the boat’s dining table, we were each encouraged to present our chosen outfit for the day garment-by-garment from shoes up, explaining which brands we were wearing (they let me off lightly).

The reason for my discomfort on the opera front wasn’t self-deprecating or shy – I don’t mind talking about things I’m familiar with and have opinions on. More, I didn’t want to skew their own natural responses and was fascinated by their reaction to large-scale opera, as a bunch of curious people with almost no experience of it (only one had been to an opera before). What a privilege, in these times when opera is facing such a crisis of cultural and social identity, to watch one with four perceptive people who had never done so before.

Amy Lane’s production of Roméo et Juliette at Savonlinna (Jussi Silvennoinen)

I might get around to writing about that for Opera Now too. If I do, the despatch will include the young journalist from Sutton Coldfield who, on my immediate right for the performance, groaned and wept her way through Gounod’s Roméo et Juliette and just wanted to hug someone, anyone, when it was over – suggesting that, yes, opera still holds some power even for a generation used to quicker fixes (but who, like all of us, know the ending to this particular opera before it’s started). In the meantime, I’ll be filing my visit to Savonlinna away with plenty of other little trips to Finland that have proved, somehow, far more provocative and life-affirming than the sum of their parts.

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Luisi v. Opera

Fabio Luisi is not happy about the state of the opera industry, as he told me recently when we sat down in Copenhagen to talk about…Carl Nielsen

For the new (May) edition of Gramophone, I interviewed Fabio Luisi – Chief Conductor of the Danish National Symphony Orchestra since 2016. When we met here in Copenhagen two months ago, we talked mostly of Carl Nielsen. That was the hook for Gramophone’s article. Luisi is back in town right now, conducting six all-Nielsen concerts across nine days starting on 20 April, coinciding with Deutsche Grammophon’s release of the composer’s complete symphonies recorded with the same orchestra.

But we also talked opera – specifically, the Italian conductor’s apparent partial withdrawl from the opera world since he resigned the general music directorship of Zurich Opera in 2021. And Luisi isn’t happy about the state of the industry…

I refer briefly to Luisi’s comments in the Gramophone article, but there wasn’t room to quote him in full. So here’s what he said, from the tape. The conversation grew from talking about the conductor’s concert Ring Cycle with his Dallas Symphony Orchestra, the first enterprise of its kind presented by a major American orchestra (Luisi conducted the Met’s last Ring, in the production by Robert Lepage). Fingers crossed it will end up on the DSO’s enterprising own label.

AM: Talk of your Ring Cycle in Dallas reminds me that you don’t have an opera house at the moment.

FL: No, I stopped Zurich two seasons ago. And I didn’t want…I wanted to reduce my opera commitment.

Why?

I was a little bit tired of the opera business. I still am, because it has changed a lot in the last 20-25 years. I started in opera in the 80s, and I was involved a lot with European opera houses and then the Met, and…the business has changed and has not changed in a good direction in my opinion. The focus is going into the visual aspect of presenting opera, which is important. But neglecting the musical aspect is not a good development in my opinion, and most opera houses are neglecting the musical aspect.

In terms of singers?

Singers, conductors.

Is that connected to the current notion that the ‘fach’ no longer exists – that singers should be more versatile?

It’s wrong. Not every voice is fit for everything.

Is this one of the reasons for your dissatisfaction?

Of course. It is very hard to find, these days, real Verdi voices, for example. Most opera houses…it’s a question of competence. If you are focused on the visual aspect, the voice becomes secondary. So you hire excellent-looking singers but if their voice doesn’t fit Don Carlo or Othello, or Lohengrin, it doesn’t have such importance anymore and I don’t want to be part of this.

Are the voices available? There are probably a dozen productions of Lohengrin happening in Europe at the moment. That suggests we have to have twelve singers doing the role just in Europe, or the opera can’t be staged.

It depends on which level. I tend to think on the highest level. Maybe we have one or two real voices for Lohengrin right now. Maybe we have a couple of voice for Ortrud, but not so many, and so in reality Ortrud is being sung by singers who are too little for this role. Elsa is fine, we have voices for Elsa. It’s a different thing for Verdi. A real Verdi voice, soprano, I can think of two or three. A real Verdi tenor? This gets very difficult. Bass? This gets enormously difficult.

Baritone?

A real baritone for Verdi, I mean if I hear Leonard Warren or [inaudible] or [Piero] Cappuccilli, okay. But now? We had [Željko] Lučić, who was very good, but he doesn’t sing anymore at that level.

Tezier?

Tezier is excellent, very good. But I wouldn’t do Iago with Tezier, he is not Iago.

In Zurich did you have full control over casting?

I had most control over casting of my productions and I was responsible for the conductors of the other productions. Somehow but not necessarily for the singers of the other productions.

So you must be casting your Dallas Ring with care?

Yes and it is not easy.

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Luisi was adamant – even shaken beyond his usual demure demeanour – when talking of the quality of Copenhagen’s music life, describing it as ‘underrated’ and his orchestra here as ‘a treasure’. He talked also of Marie Jacquot, designated to the music directorship of the Royal Danish Opera from August 2024. ‘I know Marie because I taught at the academy in Vienna for a semester, and she was one of my students. So I have known her for several years, and she has developed beautifully. She was already at that time a very interesting student. I am very happy about her position here at the opera.’

The best bits, of course, were saved for Gramophone. Here’s the opening paragraph:

“Fabio Luisi is gentility personified. He has a fondness for fine tailoring and bow ties. He speaks softly and sensitively, like a surgeon imparting difficult news. His musical DNA is unmistakeably operatic. So how has this bespectacled theatre musician from Italy come to cut what one Gramophone critic has already touted as the superlative cycle of symphonies by Carl Nielsen – music that has mud on its boots, that sticks out tongues, hollers in the vernacular and trades in brusque northern European confrontation?”