Well remember the first time I heard him.... Isaiah Bell reviewed: Most eloquently of all, Mr. Bell’s pared-away body language evokes the original Noh idiom. His face, with dark eyes, stays masklike. The distinguished carriage of his head alone tells us that the Madwoman is, as she says, of noble birth; he has only to lower his eyelids or tip his head for it to pierce the heart. And when his body folds in misery, or when he travels round the stage in literal transports of grief, the pathos is extreme. At the end, he alone remains onstage, and softly beats an arm across his chest, just once, in final emotion. His singing is finer yet, with firmly sculptured phrasing — especially striking in the many quiet, high lines, but with memorable touches of chest color in lower notes — and effortless clear diction. You hang on his face, his words, and on the gleaming current of his vocal tone.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 03:07:32 +0000
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