Sunday, 24 November 2013

Telemann Ensemble


 
Mass in B minor concert doesn’t quite arrive

 

reviewed by Nancy Snipper

 

One could focus on the messy parts and moments where things fell flat during the performance of the Telemann ensemble’s magisterial Mass in B minor by Bach, and as a critic I shall point out the flawed concert, but right now I will give high praise to the 20-member choir and instrumental musicians (I spotted two members from Arion Quartet) who brought forth some glorious sounds for the audience to savour  as the eager listeners sat poised in the pews of Montreal’s noble Christ-Church Cathedral, Saturday November 23 2013. 
The 27 songs that comprise this Mass featured moments of great solemnity, such as in the Patrem omnipotentem (song #14) and the Confiter (#20) – both magnificently rendered by the choir. Greatest effects happened during the Mass’s vivace creations. The six songs preceding the final Doman nobis pacem – itself a rather sombre song that had its final flash in the last few measures – were outstanding. Indeed the choir led by the ensemble’s full-time conductor, Rafik Matta – a brilliant scholar who is also a jazz specialist and violinist – frequently kept things together – but not all the time. 
Indeed, despite the stunning singing of the choir and those high spirited moments of playing, the overall concert was lacklustre. There did not seem to be an exciting connection between the musicians and conductor – who himself appeared tired. Moreover, the Quoniam tu solas sanctus – sung by bass-baritone Pierre-Étienne Bergeron was an embarrassment for the French horn player. Wrong notes introduced the opening, and all throughout, there were messy notes that left Mr. Bergeron out on a limb with this song. Still, he did a fine job, and his voice is one to remember. The following Cum Sancto spiritu made up for this sonic snag as it was inspirational. In fact, all those songs that featured the choir were heaven-sent. 
The two soloists, soprano, Pascale Beaudin and mezzo-soprano, Claudine Ledoux were positioned off to the side for their vocal delivery -as were the males (tenor Philippe Gagné overcame that with his sweet voice). Such an arrangement did not make then stand out at all; worse still, it did not bring a collective cohesion. Ms. Ledouz has a fine voice, but Beaudin who never once looked up from her libretto to connect with the audience was not inspiring. Her voice has too much vibrato, but her high notes were lovely and clear. 
One major fault of the entire production was the lack of accented phrasal openings in voice and instrument. Too many missed occasions created dullness and that dampened the more dazzling moments that suddenly popped up. 
I have heard this work and it is an exultant musical masterpiece. Albeit, several moments during the performance strived for this, but clearly, not everyone was on the same page – so to speak. Not enough commitment to this prodigious production was given in order to make the Mass entirely magnificent, and it should be just that – gloriously moving every step of the way.

Saturday, 16 November 2013

Put me on


by Nancy Snipper

 

Put me on a desert island

where no one else can roam,

with my piano and my books

to spend each day alone.

 

Put me on a desert island
 
where friend and foe don't go,

Pack the pillow and the pills

so I can die alone.

 

Make sure to play Ravel and Bach,

Brahms and a merry jig.

And as my life begins to fade

let everybody sing.

 

 

Tuesday, 12 November 2013

Going Away

  by Nancy Snipper
 
I've had a lot of dance lessons
My toes were put on point
My tutu in a closet now
I never liked ballet.

Piano was my forte
I played a piece of love
No dervish whirl or quiet dove
Just one that flies away.

We live alone together
Sweet feelings are our friends
We replay them as memories
 Like movies with no end.

All my plants are droopy
My eyelids are as well
Wrinkles weave into my skin
And burrow deep within.

I'll pack my heart
In rags of hope
And bid ye all goodbye
I' 11 take some books and kleenex too
Just in case I cry.

Your face I'll leave at the door And go my way alone
 For when love dies
So many times
There is nothing more.

Monday, 11 November 2013

Debris

by Nancy Snipper

 

Clear away the debris,

All away.

 

Put it in a sack.

But then

It always comes back.

 

My mind is set,

 Ready!

Start!

Go!

 

Help from beyond

Is all I know.

 

There's never any air.

 

There's only the eyes

Of a distant stare.

 

Mine will never be

Mine will never come

Mine is just a little life

Smaller than your thumb.

 

Life is

lifeless

 Love is

loveless

Friends are

friendless

And nothing is

only.

 

Sunday, 10 November 2013

The Reporter and the Woman Riding Home


by Nancy Snipper


The Globe reporter sweeps out of the office

Heaping his papers and brief and himself into the car.

Encased like a king or a criminal

In some snarling new auto

Or a mole-hole machine

Pocked with depressions

From on the job pressure and control

 Getting out of control

On the expressways and streets of Toronto -   

Avenues to stories

Printed publicly on paper

Or privately on chrome,

He rides home.


And then the women

Who keep company with sewing machines

 In Spadina Street factories

Form into bundles

As they hurdle themselves

Over the steep steps of the bus

 Laughing and chatting

And busily buzzing

About the day's events

Now past,

To their friends.


Fumbling through the pocket

Her hand touches the four comers

Of the tiny ticket

Pink,

Her mouth draws a smile

On her full foreign face

 Silent,

She stares at this piece of pass paper

Before parting with it,

As if she were grateful to it

And happy in her daily freedoms

Content to laugh and cry and chatter

About the day and what happened

And still wistful and wondering

About what will happen

Even though she always knows.   

Saturday, 9 November 2013

Target unveils clothing collection of award-winning, Mélissa Nepton



 

 

by Nancy Snipper

 

It was an affair to remember as wine flowed into the glasses of spectators seated on beautiful white Baroque-styled high-back sofas and slick, gleaming white chairs to feast on delicious appetizers served and catered by Java U while witnessing the new collection by fashion designer Mélissa Nepton. Her foxy-styled black and white patterned clothes were displayed on the lovely bodies of young female models. Her fashions are simple, yet suggest casual chic and devil-may-care comfort. Lots of flowing stuff with one clingy shiny dress number too. I like her simplicity which brings focus to the outfit she designs.



 
The event was held in the gorgeous, St James Theatre in Old Montreal.  The Models were standing on the high balconies overlooking the round arena –onto which they soon descended to show off  Nepton’s 2013 Capsule Collection. This was a dramatic way to start off the evening, and they all looked like ingénue Juliets from Shakespeare’s romantic play.
Nepton was selected from five finalists to garner the Target Emering Designer Award which is linked to the Designers Fund, a joint initiative of Groupe Sensation Mode and Fondation de la mode de Montréal. The contest held by Target to open up its Quebec store offered a prize of $25,000 and the in-store display featuring the winner’s line of clothes. 
“I created this collection by keeping in mind what urban, modern women look for: style, accessibly sophistication and comfort. For me, fashion is an expression of confidence and femininity that should be rooted in comfort and practicality,” said Nepton who studied at Montreal’s École Supérieure de mode and École Nationale supérieure des Arts Décoratifs de Paris. She made inroads with her label in 2009 after participating in Quebec’s version of Project Runway.  
Now her clothes will appear across Quebec in all Target stores.


 
She created an exclusive collection just for Target’s store. What I also liked about her designs was the price range: $39-99-$69.99.
 
 
Mélissa Nepton

Friday, 8 November 2013

Loneliness

by Nancy Snipper
 
 

                                      
When walking down the alley

Dreaming in emptiness.

You have a feeling inside you,

A feeling of loneliness.

 

No wanton breezes whisper.

The sound of silence is dead.

And one can only see in the dark

Where you have left your tread.

 

You wish to run away alone

 'Ere dawn begins to show.

And there in solitude you will find

 A world that's all of your own.

 

Yes, a feeling inside you that's pure.

That the naked eye can't see.

But you, yourself know it's there.

With loneliness you want to be free.