A Little Night Music

So I’ve been driving around singing this number and scaring the hell out of fellow drivers and pedestrians whilst I do, but it got me to thinking (never a good thing) Hey! What if people had a bit of knowledge about the piece that I’m caterwauling? Well, hell, If Dave Ramsey can do baby steps, so can Kells!  

The number is Liebestod from the opera Tristan und Isolde. I wanted to give you a summary of the libretto and I found one at Opera News. Now before you pooh-pooh it, just read it. I thought it might entice you if I include a scene from the movie Aria. This movie had these directors give their vision on arias from operas. Try it; you’ll like it. Different take, but I get it.  See if you recognize the actress.

Synopsis

Tristan und Isolde

Composer: Richard Wagner

ACT I. The legend of Tristan and Isolde (Tristram and Iseult) takes place during the Middle Ages, when knighthood and the chivalric code prevailed. On board ship from Ireland to Cornwall, a sailor’s voice resounds from the rigging. His song about an Irish girl annoys the fiery Isolde, who is being taken by Tristan as bride for his uncle, King Marke. Isolde wishes the ship would sink rather than take her to her hated destination. Her companion, Brangäne, tries in vain to calm her. Instead Isolde is enraged by the knight Tristan, whom she sees standing on the afterdeck, avoiding her: by delivering her to his uncle, he shows no regard for her feelings. She sends Brangäne to summon Tristan, who sends back courtly, evasive replies. His plainspoken companion, Kurwenal, however, tells Brangäne that Tristan is not a vassal to answer Isolde’s beck and call. Embarrassed by this outburst, Tristan sends Kurwenal away, but not before the latter has intoned an insolent verse about Isolde’s fiancé, Morold, whom Tristan killed in combat some time before. Sailors pick up the refrain as the crestfallen Brangäne returns to the furious Isolde, who recalls that after Tristan came to Ireland to collect taxes for King Marke and killed Morold, she herself nursed him back to health, using her mother’s knowledge of herbs and magic. When she realized he was her fiancé’s slayer, she bemoaned her charity — but when he looked lovingly into her eyes, she took pity on him. Now he delivers her like a chattel to his uncle. She hurls forth a curse on his head and wishes death for both of them. Brangäne tries to tell her that it is no dishonor to marry a king and that Tristan is simply performing his duty. Isolde replies darkly that it shows his lack of love for her. When Brangäne reminds Isolde that her mother charged her with secret arts, Isolde tells Brangäne to prepare one of her mother’s potions — the one that brings death. Cries from the deck that land is in sight are followed by the arrival of Kurwenal, who bids the women prepare to disembark. Isolde retorts that she will not accompany Tristan until he apologizes to her for his offenses. Kurwenal takes the message to his lord while Isolde forces Brangäne to pour the potion. Tristan appears, greeting Isolde with cool courtesy. When she announces that she wants satisfaction for Morold’s death, Tristan offers her his sword, but she will not kill him. This would violate King Marke’s hospitality and her own unwilling vows, she replies. Better that she and Tristan make peace with a drink of friendship. Understanding that she means to poison them both, he drinks, and she does the same. Expecting death, they exchange a long look of love instead, then fall into a passionate embrace. Brangäne admits she mixed a love potion as sailors’ voices hail the ship’s arrival in Cornwall.

ACT II. In a garden outside Marke’s castle, distant horns signal the departure of the king and his retinue on a hunting party. Impatient for a rendezvous with Tristan, Isolde believes that the party is far off, but Brangäne cautions her about spies, particularly Melot, a jealous knight whom she has noticed watching Tristan. Isolde says Melot is Tristan’s friend and urges Brangäne to put out the warning torch so that Tristan can approach. Brangäne knows this would be unwise, but when she laments having switched the potions, Isolde tells her the power of love rules all destiny and guided her hand. Sending the girl to stand watch, Isolde herself puts out the torch and welcomes Tristan rapturously. Both hail the darkness, which banishes the light of everyday reality and false appearances. It was the forces of daylight, Isolde says, that caused Tristan to behave conventionally and bring her from Ireland; the potion, the power of love, has released them from this delusion. Feeling safe in the truthfulness of night, they welcome its embrace. Brangäne’s distant voice warns that night will soon fade and danger be revealed, but the lovers equate their oblivion with death, which will give them the total union and safe removal they crave. Their idyll is shattered as Kurwenal runs in with a warning: the king and his followers have returned, led by Melot, who denounces the lovers. Moved and disturbed, Marke declares that it was Tristan himself who urged him to marry and chose the bride, asking how a knight he so loved could bring dishonor on him. Tristan says he cannot answer, then turns to Isolde and asks whether she will follow him into the realm of death. She accepts, and Melot rushes forward, sword drawn. Wounded, Tristan falls in Kurwenal’s arms.

ACT III. Outside Kareol, Tristan’s home castle in Brittany, the knight lies grievously wounded, tended by Kurwenal. To a Shepherd who inquires about his master, Kurwenal replies sadly that only Isolde’s arrival, with her magic arts, can save him. The Shepherd agrees to change the sad tune he is playing on his pipe as soon as he sights a ship approaching. Stirring, Tristan asks where he is, then in delirium says he has visited the realm of night and will return there. He clings to life only so that he can find Isolde and take her with him. Tristan thanks Kurwenal for his devotion, then imagines he sees Isolde’s ship approaching. But the Shepherd still pipes a sad tune: the sea is empty. Tristan recalls the tune, which he heard as a child in connection with his parents’ death and which he later associated with his own near-death after the duel with Morold. He wishes Isolde’s medicine had given him peace then instead of reviving him to suffer the torments of longing. Once more he swoons, then revives to imagine Isolde’s smile as she draws near. The Shepherd’s tune finally changes to a cheerful fanfare, and Kurwenal sees the ship. Tristan rouses himself in growing agitation. For once he blesses the day, because it lights Isolde’s way to him. Recklessly he tears off his bandages, letting his wounds bleed so that she can heal them — “forever.” No sooner has Isolde rushed in than he falls dying in her arms. She exhorts him to live in order that they can share a final hour of reunion, but he is dead. The Shepherd sights another ship, which Kurwenal assumes is bringing Marke and Melot, bent on vengeance. Though Brangäne is with them, Kurwenal will not listen and attacks them, killing Melot and holding Marke’s retainers at bay until he himself falls, mortally wounded. Marke, overwhelmed with sadness, sees the dead Tristan, while Brangäne tries to arouse Isolde, telling her the king has come to pardon and unite the lovers. But Isolde, oblivious, has a vision of Tristan beckoning to the world beyond. Must she alone perceive this and go to meet him? She must. As Brangäne tries to hold her, she sinks, transfigured in death, upon Tristan’s body.
— courtesy of Opera News

Here are the lyrics to the aria:

   Softly and gently
how he smiles,
how his eyes
fondly open
–do you see, friends?
do you not see?
how he shines
ever brighter.
Star-haloed
rising higher
Do you not see?to drown,
to founder –
unconscious –
utmost joy!

And now for a modern-day view…………..

5 thoughts on “A Little Night Music

  1. Oh, I’m pretty sure this is Leontyne Price singing. At least, that’s who it sounds like to me. I’m sure you all were just on the edge of your seats itching to know.

    Why do I even bother?

  2. Kells, your attempt to increase my level of culture is duly noted and somewhat appreciated (your concern for our cultural welfare was appreciated anyay) but I’m afraid I am a lost cause when it comes to opera. While I would love to hear you sing it (I understand you are VERY good at it), I rather have black pull my toenails and fingernails out with needlenose pliers after a waterboarding session by utah, and be subjected to an extended liberal brainwashing session by melfamy, than have to sit through an entire opera.

    Have a great day! 😉

  3. Not if I was the lead, luv. I break the rules….I don’t stand there like some bump on a log…And I’m not 200 lbs. . ……….Well, um, currently.
    This is what I feel will be the demise of opera: Directors who will not let an actor sell the role. I mean, who the hello wants to see someone standing still and singing?…… BO-RING!
    Caught Carmen at the Civic Center…..frightening…. Why in the hello would Don Jose go after a 200 lb. Carmen that can’t dance and looks more suitable to hover around at the Wal-Mart?
    And there you have it.
    Come see a show with me, luv. I’m checking out my sister tonight. Ken Ludwig is the author. Love him. Hope it’s good. I know she’ll be great. 🙂

  4. I saw leontune Price sing on ….NPR….. she was truly awesome. Ithink opera needs the visuals to make it more palatable to the average joe. Indeed, I have read that the average giuseppe thought of verdi the way we think of rock stars, and they got polluted and fought in the aisles just like at a Clash concert.

  5. Yeah, mean Joe Green always had some unruly rows at his venues…… You know, I can’t believe you pervs didn’t like the sick and twisted modern-day view of the aria.

    Dang! I meant to ask my sister if she knows your daughter, G. Probably before her time ……sis was there in the 90’s. I suppose you could talk to her yourself as tomorrow night is the final performance.(hint, hint) She’s very good. Not my favorite Ludwig show, but still funny.

    Holy Guacamole! It’s almost 1:00!! Well, I have to say I’m feeling a bit naughty for staying up this late! No 8:30 for me tonight! Okay, that just made me yawn…….

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