Thursday, March 16, 2006
Remember That Name—Jordan Shanahan
Back in the early 1990s, Heathcliff Slocumb was a young, highly touted relief pitcher for the Chicago Cubs. But other than his colorful moniker and a couple of seasons of minimally modest results, his three seasons with the Cubs was utterly forgettable. In fact, the only reason we even recall his name today was because, every time Slocumb was spotted getting ready to make an appearance, Cubs broadcaster Harry Carey would announce to the TV audience, “…and warming up in the bullpen—remember that name—Heathcliff Slocumb.” What he meant, I suppose, was something along the lines of “…just think, you’ll be able to tell your grandkids that you saw the great Heathcliff when he was just a little pisher…”
However, as with most Cubs’ players in the past 20 years, his potential far outstripped the results. Slocumb never lived up to his advance press, bouncing around with teams in both the American and National Leagues before retiring in 2000.
But to take the baseball metaphor one step further, there must be situations where fans recognize that they’re in the presence of future greatness. Imagine sitting in the stands at the Polo Grounds in 1951, watching a young Willie Mays streak around the bases after hitting a ball into the gap.
One of the exciting things about attending an opera competition is the possibility of hearing a future star. But the likelihood of doing so in a relative backwater like Denver is slim, mainly because of the limited talent pool here. My wife and I have attended both the Met Regionals and the locally produced Denver Lyric Opera Guild (DLOG) since 1991—with a couple of “misses” along the way—and while we’ve heard a few singers who figured to have a decent future in the opera world, no one ever struck us as having Star Potential.
…until a few weeks ago, that is…
The annual DLOG competition is strictly a cash-for-play deal. Unlike the Met and similar competitions that take place around the country, there is no recording contract or guaranteed singing position for the winner—simply a check and a certificate, some publicity, plus the bragging rights that go with a first-place finish. Past winners have included Helena Biktasheva, James Bobick, Julianne Best, Emily Herrera and Christopher Job—hardly household names in the World of Opera. In fact, the only “name” in the group is 1990 winner Yalun Zhang, who made a big splash in the early ’90s with several Opera Colorado productions and has since enjoyed a nice, solid career primarily in Germany (plus some appearances at the Met in NYC), singing strong Verdi baritone roles.
The DLOG affair takes place on consecutive Saturdays. The preliminaries have the feel of an operatic cattle call, with as many as 50 or more young men and women slated to perform. Despite the occasional no-show—due perhaps to a last-minute scheduling conflict or cold feet—there are easily 40-plus singers to be heard. Most of them are mediocre singers, some are truly awful, and a few do well enough to please both the audience and the judges. Audience members enjoy (a) keeping track of what everyone performs, (b) jotting down comments on each singer—some of the less complimentary ones my wife and I used this year included “poor breath control,” “show-tune voice,” weak upper register” and “if I hear Pamina’s aria from “Magic Flute” one more time, I’m going to scream”—and (c) trying to outguess the judges to see who advances to the final round. Fifteen singers are chosen as finalists, to return the following weekend.
There are times when it takes only a few notes to decide whether or not a singer has “it.” With others it takes listening to both arias before a judgment can be made. As we know from hearing professional singers, certain voices are better with one genre of music as opposed to another. For example, the late Anna Moffo was ideally suited to performing lighter roles (Butterfly, Mimi, Lucia), yet totally out of her element when she tried something like “Norma.”
Late on the afternoon of March 4, having sat since ten o’clock while a bevy of young singers (none older than 32, and most of them in their mid- to late 20s) paraded in front of us, Jordan Shanahan took the stage. He stepped forward and, as the pianist flipped to the proper page in his score, announced his name and first musical selection in a deep baritone. Barely three or four notes had poured from his throat before my wife and I turned and gave each other the proverbial “thumbs up” signal. We already knew the name of this year’s winner; it only remained to be seen whether the judges would agree with our assessment.
Shanahan’s first selection that day was from Tchaikovsky’s “Pikova Dama” (“Queen of Spades”), quite possibly the first time we’d ever heard it in a competition. Sung in (what sounded to us like) perfectly accented Russian, his tone was commanding and his phrasing flawless. Considering all the singers we’d heard in this setting, he was the first who truly rated a “Bravo.” For his second selection the judges asked for Ford’s aria from “Falstaff,” a long and devilishly difficult piece that may well be the most intricate baritone aria Verdi ever composed—every bit the equal to Iago’s “Credo” in complexity, if not drama.
The applause was long and enthusiastic, nearly carrying over to the entrance of the afternoon’s final singer. Afterward, the judges withdrew to pick the finalists. My wife and I made a point of seeking Shanahan out and telling him how much we’d enjoyed his performance. We learned that he was relocating to Chicago in a few days, having been selected to join the Lyric Opera’s Young Artists Program. Since my wife grew up out there, and as her parents live just a stone’s throw from Grant Park—where these young artists perform in the eponymous music festival once every summer—we were able to give him some insight as to what he might expect as a Loop resident. The opera house itself is only a few blocks from the park.
Less than an hour later, the judges came back with their decision and Jordan was one of the chosen fifteen. A few days later I did some Googling to find out more about this fine singer. I came across a number of references to past successes, as well as this Web site that includes a couple of MP3 singing selections.
The following week we were anxious to see how things would turn out. As usual, the judges had ignored a couple of singers we’d expected to move forward and rewarded others that seemed, to our ears, less deserving of advancement. Since this second round would be adjudicated by a separate triumvirate, we wondered if any of them would say (either out loud or simply to themselves), “Gosh, how did he/she ever get past the first round?”
Shanahan was slated to perform last, which seemed to be neither a random nor a capricious decision by the event’s organizers. Audience members who’d attended the preliminaries were abuzz as the fourteenth singer left the stage. Jordan strode out and announced his name, adding, “For my first selection, I’ll sing the Confession Aria from ‘Dead Man Walking.’”
In the brief time between that announcement and the opening chords, you could have heard a pin drop. This two-act opera, composed in 2001 by Jake Heggie (???who???), was based on the book of the same name by Sister Helen Prejean. Its premiere by the San Francisco Opera was as controversial as the subject itself. The aria Shanahan chose marks the dramatic apex of the work, sung by the death-row inmate portrayed in the movie version of this story by Sean Penn.
It was a radically daring choice—and certainly an unknown one as far as the audience was concerned. These competitions rarely, if ever, feature modern-day arias. Occasionally one will hear something by Menotti or Douglas Moore, but those selections are forty or more years old. This piece was not especially melodious, nor did one expect it to be. But Shanahan sang it dead-on (pun intended, I suppose) and with the sort of drama that the lyrics demanded. It sounds almost too much like a cliché to write it here, but this 28-year-old baritone held the audience in the palm of his hand during the four minutes or so that he sang Heggie’s composition. The audience exploded in applause as the last notes died away, the final lyrics—“I killed her,” repeated twice for extra effect—both sad and sinister.
The judges asked Shanahan to sing the Tchaikovsky as a follow-up, and his rendition equaled that of the previous week. Five minutes later the judges were sequestered to make their decisions, and the rest of us headed off to the social hall for coffee and cookies.
It should go without saying that Jordan Shanahan was named the 2006 DLOG Competition winner, collecting a check for six grand and adding one more award to his resume. I think that the audience might have rushed the stage if the judges had picked anyone else for the top prize. Never in the past 15 years had I heard anyone who was so head-and-shoulders above the rest of the pack. Sadly, first-place finishers cannot compete in subsequent DLOG competitions. I suppose that makes sense. Gladly, we’ll be in Chicago this summer and will be sure to schedule our visit during the time that Grant Park puts on its opera program. Members of their Young Artists program have been featured in past performances of “Die Fledermaus” and “La damnation de Faust,” among others.
It appears that Chicago will finally have one celebrity worthy of a “remember that name” declaration—even if he isn’t a Cub.
Back in the early 1990s, Heathcliff Slocumb was a young, highly touted relief pitcher for the Chicago Cubs. But other than his colorful moniker and a couple of seasons of minimally modest results, his three seasons with the Cubs was utterly forgettable. In fact, the only reason we even recall his name today was because, every time Slocumb was spotted getting ready to make an appearance, Cubs broadcaster Harry Carey would announce to the TV audience, “…and warming up in the bullpen—remember that name—Heathcliff Slocumb.” What he meant, I suppose, was something along the lines of “…just think, you’ll be able to tell your grandkids that you saw the great Heathcliff when he was just a little pisher…”
However, as with most Cubs’ players in the past 20 years, his potential far outstripped the results. Slocumb never lived up to his advance press, bouncing around with teams in both the American and National Leagues before retiring in 2000.
But to take the baseball metaphor one step further, there must be situations where fans recognize that they’re in the presence of future greatness. Imagine sitting in the stands at the Polo Grounds in 1951, watching a young Willie Mays streak around the bases after hitting a ball into the gap.
One of the exciting things about attending an opera competition is the possibility of hearing a future star. But the likelihood of doing so in a relative backwater like Denver is slim, mainly because of the limited talent pool here. My wife and I have attended both the Met Regionals and the locally produced Denver Lyric Opera Guild (DLOG) since 1991—with a couple of “misses” along the way—and while we’ve heard a few singers who figured to have a decent future in the opera world, no one ever struck us as having Star Potential.
…until a few weeks ago, that is…
The annual DLOG competition is strictly a cash-for-play deal. Unlike the Met and similar competitions that take place around the country, there is no recording contract or guaranteed singing position for the winner—simply a check and a certificate, some publicity, plus the bragging rights that go with a first-place finish. Past winners have included Helena Biktasheva, James Bobick, Julianne Best, Emily Herrera and Christopher Job—hardly household names in the World of Opera. In fact, the only “name” in the group is 1990 winner Yalun Zhang, who made a big splash in the early ’90s with several Opera Colorado productions and has since enjoyed a nice, solid career primarily in Germany (plus some appearances at the Met in NYC), singing strong Verdi baritone roles.
The DLOG affair takes place on consecutive Saturdays. The preliminaries have the feel of an operatic cattle call, with as many as 50 or more young men and women slated to perform. Despite the occasional no-show—due perhaps to a last-minute scheduling conflict or cold feet—there are easily 40-plus singers to be heard. Most of them are mediocre singers, some are truly awful, and a few do well enough to please both the audience and the judges. Audience members enjoy (a) keeping track of what everyone performs, (b) jotting down comments on each singer—some of the less complimentary ones my wife and I used this year included “poor breath control,” “show-tune voice,” weak upper register” and “if I hear Pamina’s aria from “Magic Flute” one more time, I’m going to scream”—and (c) trying to outguess the judges to see who advances to the final round. Fifteen singers are chosen as finalists, to return the following weekend.
There are times when it takes only a few notes to decide whether or not a singer has “it.” With others it takes listening to both arias before a judgment can be made. As we know from hearing professional singers, certain voices are better with one genre of music as opposed to another. For example, the late Anna Moffo was ideally suited to performing lighter roles (Butterfly, Mimi, Lucia), yet totally out of her element when she tried something like “Norma.”
Late on the afternoon of March 4, having sat since ten o’clock while a bevy of young singers (none older than 32, and most of them in their mid- to late 20s) paraded in front of us, Jordan Shanahan took the stage. He stepped forward and, as the pianist flipped to the proper page in his score, announced his name and first musical selection in a deep baritone. Barely three or four notes had poured from his throat before my wife and I turned and gave each other the proverbial “thumbs up” signal. We already knew the name of this year’s winner; it only remained to be seen whether the judges would agree with our assessment.
Shanahan’s first selection that day was from Tchaikovsky’s “Pikova Dama” (“Queen of Spades”), quite possibly the first time we’d ever heard it in a competition. Sung in (what sounded to us like) perfectly accented Russian, his tone was commanding and his phrasing flawless. Considering all the singers we’d heard in this setting, he was the first who truly rated a “Bravo.” For his second selection the judges asked for Ford’s aria from “Falstaff,” a long and devilishly difficult piece that may well be the most intricate baritone aria Verdi ever composed—every bit the equal to Iago’s “Credo” in complexity, if not drama.
The applause was long and enthusiastic, nearly carrying over to the entrance of the afternoon’s final singer. Afterward, the judges withdrew to pick the finalists. My wife and I made a point of seeking Shanahan out and telling him how much we’d enjoyed his performance. We learned that he was relocating to Chicago in a few days, having been selected to join the Lyric Opera’s Young Artists Program. Since my wife grew up out there, and as her parents live just a stone’s throw from Grant Park—where these young artists perform in the eponymous music festival once every summer—we were able to give him some insight as to what he might expect as a Loop resident. The opera house itself is only a few blocks from the park.
Less than an hour later, the judges came back with their decision and Jordan was one of the chosen fifteen. A few days later I did some Googling to find out more about this fine singer. I came across a number of references to past successes, as well as this Web site that includes a couple of MP3 singing selections.
The following week we were anxious to see how things would turn out. As usual, the judges had ignored a couple of singers we’d expected to move forward and rewarded others that seemed, to our ears, less deserving of advancement. Since this second round would be adjudicated by a separate triumvirate, we wondered if any of them would say (either out loud or simply to themselves), “Gosh, how did he/she ever get past the first round?”
Shanahan was slated to perform last, which seemed to be neither a random nor a capricious decision by the event’s organizers. Audience members who’d attended the preliminaries were abuzz as the fourteenth singer left the stage. Jordan strode out and announced his name, adding, “For my first selection, I’ll sing the Confession Aria from ‘Dead Man Walking.’”
In the brief time between that announcement and the opening chords, you could have heard a pin drop. This two-act opera, composed in 2001 by Jake Heggie (???who???), was based on the book of the same name by Sister Helen Prejean. Its premiere by the San Francisco Opera was as controversial as the subject itself. The aria Shanahan chose marks the dramatic apex of the work, sung by the death-row inmate portrayed in the movie version of this story by Sean Penn.
It was a radically daring choice—and certainly an unknown one as far as the audience was concerned. These competitions rarely, if ever, feature modern-day arias. Occasionally one will hear something by Menotti or Douglas Moore, but those selections are forty or more years old. This piece was not especially melodious, nor did one expect it to be. But Shanahan sang it dead-on (pun intended, I suppose) and with the sort of drama that the lyrics demanded. It sounds almost too much like a cliché to write it here, but this 28-year-old baritone held the audience in the palm of his hand during the four minutes or so that he sang Heggie’s composition. The audience exploded in applause as the last notes died away, the final lyrics—“I killed her,” repeated twice for extra effect—both sad and sinister.
The judges asked Shanahan to sing the Tchaikovsky as a follow-up, and his rendition equaled that of the previous week. Five minutes later the judges were sequestered to make their decisions, and the rest of us headed off to the social hall for coffee and cookies.
It should go without saying that Jordan Shanahan was named the 2006 DLOG Competition winner, collecting a check for six grand and adding one more award to his resume. I think that the audience might have rushed the stage if the judges had picked anyone else for the top prize. Never in the past 15 years had I heard anyone who was so head-and-shoulders above the rest of the pack. Sadly, first-place finishers cannot compete in subsequent DLOG competitions. I suppose that makes sense. Gladly, we’ll be in Chicago this summer and will be sure to schedule our visit during the time that Grant Park puts on its opera program. Members of their Young Artists program have been featured in past performances of “Die Fledermaus” and “La damnation de Faust,” among others.
It appears that Chicago will finally have one celebrity worthy of a “remember that name” declaration—even if he isn’t a Cub.
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