Dmitri Hvorostovsky strutted out on to the Carnegie Hall stage in a long silhouette of a black coat with sparkly satin lapels, shimmering white mane of hair down to his collar, and a gleaming white grill which he flashed at the capacity crowd. The aptly named Siberian tiger of the opera world sang for almost two hours Monday night - Faure, Taneyev, Liszt, Tchaikovsky, and concluded his encores with an impossibly soulful rendition of the Russian folk song Farewell, Happiness which he sang a capella. Most of the evening he planted himself squarely in front of the audience to sing, but occasionally slightly leaned into the curve of Ivari Ilja's piano — such as during his passionate Pace non trovo (I find no peace) by Liszt. For a couple of hours, the peace was ours, and the singing was heavenly.
it must have been like in paradise. singing of an angel:-)
you are lucky.
Posted by: asperia | February 22, 2011 at 04:22 PM
Hi, asperia. Thanks for stopping by Haglund's Heel. Yes, it was paradise. Next year Dmitri will sing in Ernani and La Traviata (Germont) at the Metropolitan Opera in New York - but that's a year or more away. :-(
Posted by: Haglund | February 22, 2011 at 07:05 PM