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.
4 responses to “Siberian tiger”
it must have been like in paradise. singing of an angel:-)
you are lucky.
it must have been like in paradise. singing of an angel:-)
you are lucky.
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. 🙁
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. 🙁