[Met Concert/Gala] CID:36770
Tenth Grand Sunday Night Concert. Metropolitan Opera House: 01/28/1906.
Metropolitan Opera House
January 28, 1906
TENTH GRAND SUNDAY NIGHT CONCERT
Die Zauberflöte: Overture
Mozart (probably spurious): Sinfonia concertante in E flat major: Andantino
A. Bertram, oboe
Antonio Bellucci, clarinet
O. Winkler, bassoon
Xaver Reiter, horn
Le Nozze di Figaro: Vedrò mentr'io sospiro
Fréderic Doriat: La Chanson de Peuplière [encore]
Der Freischütz: Leise, leise
Tchaikovsky: Suite No. 4: Mozartiana
Beethoven: Leonore Overture No. 3
Rienzi: Gerechter Gott
Delibes: Les filles de Cadix [encore]
Così Fan Tutte: Un' aura amorosa
Mozart: Das Veilchen
Brahms: Meine Liebe ist grün
The 150th anniversary of Mozart’s birth (January 27, 1756) was observed in New York City with numerous musical events. The Metropolitan Opera honored the composer with a performance of Don Giovanni on the 27th and the inclusion of Mozart selections in the Sunday evening concert on the 28th.
From the review of Algernon St. John Brenon in the Telegraph
DIPPEL SINGS LIKE A DOLEFUL WIND
Journet is Not in Tune, Mme. Rappold Not in Place at the Conried Concert
LOUISE HOMER ENLIVENS IT
It was a dull concert, that at the Metropolitan Opera House last night. As far as the vocal part of the programme is concerned, it had little or no artistic distinction. Journet was not in tune and Mme. Rappold was not in place.
A very gallant attempt has been made to foist Mme. Rappold upon the public as a finished product from the foundry of singers. The attempt has been deliberate and sustained, but all that has been accomplished is almost to have spoiled a promising young artiste by overloading her with responsibilities. Get thee to Gaughan, Ritter, and fetch me a prima donna.
Mme. Rappold was amateurish is Weber, and has no conception of the way to sing a song of Brahms.
Andreas Dippel was lamentable as a gentleman talking about "an amorous breeze," by Mozart.
Dippel seemed melancholic. He inflected his voice with the chromatic slur of a whooping cough. He became more melancholic until the "amorous breeze" seemed like the wind sighing around the ivy-mantled tower where dwelled the Ermyntrude Vavasour of our romantic youth.
Mme. Homer bespangled
Mme. Louise Homer, in white and gold and hair of Cleopatra black, then made a bespangled appearance, with a good song and much graciousness. She sang Adrian's song from "Rienzi." This is one of the pious chansons that have an ending which isn't. When the false ending arrived one Homeric enthusiast concentrated his wild applause into one single clap - and then stopped. 'Twas said he came from Troy.
Miss Homer was in good voice and enlivened the concert by her effective singing. Her high notes were true, penetrating and mellow.
In the pleasing French of a Cunard captain who sat behind me, she was unanimously "anchored," so she replied with "The Young Ladies of Cadiz." The young ladies in question were agreeable persons, and we had two verses of them. Many thanks, then, to Louise Homer. Your native town is proud of you.