Seattle Ring 2001

The Ring Cycle - Seattle Opera -13, 14, 16 and 18 August 2001:

Long before Boeing , long, long before Microsoft, the city of Seattle lived off lumber from the great forests that cover its nearby mountains. And then came word that gold was to be found in those same mountains and desperate men thronged to the town. In their wake, came women brought in to be married off , not always willingly, to these wild woodsmen. For a while Seattle mined the gold miners selling them provisions before they set out on an invariably vain quest out into the unwelcoming forests where even today bears still roam and occasionally show up in suburban back gardens. A hundred years ago the centre of the original city was much lower and parts of this underground world can still be visited beneath the hollow sidewalks of downtown’s Pioneer Square.

Dark forests, mountain summits, bears, gold, unwilling wives and a hidden underground world. Is it any wonder that the Seattle Opera has established itself as one of the leading proponents of Wagner’s Ring Cycle? When General Director Speight Jenkins was casting around for a director for this new Ring production seven years ago, he expressed a wish for a “green Ring” in a naturalistic setting that would correspond to the surrounding Pacific Northwest landscape. His team of director Stephen Wadsworth, designer Tom Lynch and lighting director Peter Kaczorowski has given us a Ring that after years of Rings in space-ships, tunnels, Victorian drawing rooms is refreshingly free of any concept. From the moment of the exquisitely realized Rhine Maidens entry on to the scene ( securely attached by harnesses and moved around on wires by hidden helpers in the flies, the fearless and excellent singers swoop and dive and turn several complete somersaults 20 feet above a stage of iridescent deep-water blue), Wadsworth draws us so deeply into the emotions and psychology of Wagner’s characters both divine and mortal that no additional theories need to be grafted on to this colossal work. Stick with us, the whole Seattle team seems to be saying , with these gods and mortals and the nature that we now know so well and Wagner’s epic will flow as naturally as the Rhine itself. It does. The longeurs that this spectator has so often experienced in the first act of Gotterdammerung were absent. And even Siegfried, often a low point for any but the most dedicated Wagnerian, was the fastest-moving and most engaging that I’ve every experienced.

Lynch’s beautiful naturalistic sets from those watery Rhine depths up to Brunnhilde’s rock and the frozen winter world of the Norns support Wadsworth’s strong dramatic reading. The characters kiss and hug a lot in this Ring. Wotan, Phillip Joll, and Fricka, the wonderful, opulent-voiced Stephanie Blythe, continue to embrace and show genuine affection as they sing through their conflicts in Walkure’s Act 2. At one point he courts her with a flower picked from Valhalla’s slopes. A cynic could call this a West Coast “touchy feely” Ring but by showing a still-loving if disenchanted Fricka, Wadsworth gives this often shrewish character a pivotal role as the moral centre of the drama. When the gods ascend into Valhalla, Fricka holds back anxious and unsure. When her wish for Siegmund’s death is granted, she is there on stage to witness his end.

Wadsworth has said that he doesn’t want any of the women in the Ring to appear to be victims. And certainly the two most likely candidates, Freia, (Maria Plette) the gentle goddess of youth and Sieglinde, the doomed twin (sung with warmth, power and beauty by an utterly secure Margaret Jane Wray) are both feisty, independent women. Faced with a brutish Hunding who makes a point of imposing his kisses on her in front of Siegmund, this Sieglinde sweeps the table clear of all its symbols of her imposed domesticity before running off to share a night of love with her brother.

As the cycle progresses, British soprano, Jane Eaglen’s Brunnhilde emerges as a warm, loving Wonder Woman character. Both General Director, Speight Jenkins and Wadsworth have expressed the opinion that the supposed “redemption through love theme” that closes Gotterdammerung is more a celebration of Brunnhilde. Vocally the clarion-voiced Eaglen is increasingly worthy of celebration, particularly in Gotterdammerung where with Nilsonesque assurance she commanded the stage from the moment of her entrance. On the previous two days, the contrast between her loud and soft passages was occasionally too marked. Under Wadsworth’s sensitive coaching her acting has improved tenfold since I saw her Brunnhilde in a Scottish Opera Ring several years ago.

A cruel twist of fate helped to make this a woman’s Ring. In what could be the worst nightmare of any opera house director attempting to present the tetralogy , Speight Jenkins lost his Siegfried, the longest role in the cycle. Canadian tenor Alan Woodrow, who sings regularly at ENO, was the hope of many as a great new heroic tenor. But, alas, 24 hours before his debut, he tripped over a treadmill while accompanying his wife to the gym and severed a quadriceps muscle. Unable to walk, he sang through the first cycle from the wings while his cover, English tenor, Richard Berkeley-Steele, acted his part on stage. Jenkins later decided that this would be an unsatisfactory solution for the two remaining cycles and with some extra coaching from the director, the valiant Englishman went on to sing a part for which he had never rehearsed with an orchestra.

He showed no sign of nerves and if not quite a heroic tenor, he acted with ease and agility and gave us the rare sight of a slim, strong, youthful Siegfried.

The British contribution to this Ring was completed by Welsh baritone Philip Joll in the role of Wotan. Lacking in some majesty and a lot of volume in Rheingold, Joll summoned the necessary warmth and power to make Wotan’s Farewell the essential emotional climax of the Ring that it must be if the rest of the cycle is to move us.

Outstanding male performances came from Richard Paul Fink as Alberich and the exciting young Danish bass, Stephen Milling, as a volcanic, menacing Hunding and an equally stentorian but deeply vulnerable Fasolt.

Replacing an ailing Armin Jordan, Franz Vote conducted a sensitive, balanced Ring that perhaps lacked fireworks and was occasionally let down by the horns but grew in assurance as the days progressed.

At the end of their previous Ring Cycle, Seattle Opera earned admission to the Guinness Book of Records by staging the biggest fire on a public stage. Wadsworth and Lynch decided, wisely, that they could not follow such spectacle. Instead the scene literally flows from a distant, smouldering funeral pyre behind a carved wooden screen in the Gibichung palace, to a brief glimpse of the gods in the depths of the Rhine and on to the rebirth of nature and life as new young trees appear on the slopes of what could be Seattle’s own Mt Rainier.

A few final words on the driving force behind this Ring, the extra ordinary general director, Speight Jenkins. Where in Europe would a general director conduct a question and answer session on anything pertaining to the Ring day in question? On each performance day, Jenkins arms himself with a microphone, stands in the foyer of his theatre and for 90 minutes, answers the most obscure and erudite questions. When he was preparing this Ring, Jenkins asked for a commitment from his production team to return in 2005, 2009 and 2013. On this first showing, they have given us a Ring that confirms Seattle’s emerging reputation as an American Bayreuth. Tickets sell out a year in advance so mark those dates in your calendars now.