The Complete Johanna Gadski, Volume 1
The Victor Recordings, 1903-1909
[Marston 52002-2; 2 CDs]
for cover art, detailed track listings, liner notes please see:
http://www.marstonrecords.com/Gadski/gladski_tracks.htm
Im fascinated by Gadskis photograph as Isolde on the booklet cover.
The legendary German soprano is clad in queenly robes. Her posture is regal.
She seems radiant with purpose with arms outstretched in a sweeping gesture
almost as if she were about to levitate!. The divas face is stunning
with spacious cheekbones, a strong nose, cupid lips, and a firm chin. Gadski
looks heavenward, her eyes are radiant with the sacred fire. I am immediately
thrilled and awed by her commanding presence.
And she delivers the musical goods! Wagner, Verdi, Mascagni, Rossini,
Schumann, Schubert, Strauss (Richard) you name it, Gadski could sing it and
quite spectacularly too with a voice that was the epitome of passion-laden but
steadily controlled emission of tone.
I recommend that you start off with her fabulous Ho jo to ho! from
Die Walkure. Never have I heard this passage sung with rock-steady tone, with
such fire, abandon and girlish passion (and with a glittering trill, yet!). You
can almost see the great soprano in her armor, spear in hand, bounding from
rock to rock, sweeping past a bemused Wotan, making her way center stage to
hurl out one of her right-on-the-money High Cs. The vital connection
between Bellinis Norma and Wagners Isolde is tellingly demonstrated
in her rendition of the Liebestod where she starts out in
trance-like prayer, the voice ethereally hushed, rapt, deftly weaving the
Bellini-like strands of Wagners divine melodies, building up to the
passionate outburst, then riding out over the orchestra in the full throes of
Wagnerian frenzy.
Gadski adjusts her heroic instrument most beautifully for selections from the
art song repertoire, such as Bach-Gounoud Ave Maria and La
Forges Like the Rose Bud. Ive never heard
Schuberts Erlkonig sung with such eye-popping,
vein-in-the-neck-bulging horror; Mein Vater, Mein Vater is a true
scream of terror.
In Rossinis Inflammatus she imperiously commands the musical
phrase, earnest as a Michelangelean Sybil, her voice securely negotiating the
sweeping musical phrases, boldly essaying the coloratura, topping it off with a
blazing High C.
Her Aida is no simpering, woe-is-me victim, but a passionate,
take-charge heroine caught in one hell of a dilemma. In
Aidas confrontation with Amneris (sung with superb majesty by Louise
Homer) Gadski is touchingly defiant in the face of all-too-damnable adversity.
The excerpt from Salome makes one pant for more; her nasty little princess is a
mind-blower! This is in-your-face sexual mania, the voice glowing with sensual
indulgence, blazing bright with lust; the smile of laschievous cruelty in the
voice.
Harold Bruder has written a fine article for the booklet which includes more
engaging pictures of Gadski in costume. Once again, Ward Marston has done his
exemplary work of audio conservation. Dramatic sopranos are such rare birds
nowadays that I am thankful that the beauty, power and august splendor of
Gadskis voice is restored to us once more.
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