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Reykjavík Grapevine - 01.06.2018, Blaðsíða 24

Reykjavík Grapevine - 01.06.2018, Blaðsíða 24
24 The Reykjavík Grapevine Issue 09 — 2018 “There’s a ritual to the process of going to a concert and sitting silently.” The operatic umbilical cord Opera is one of the few—perhaps the only—genre that’s difficult for those not acquainted with it to separate from its history. They see the word ‘opera’ and immediately conjure up images of women in horned hats, even though modern opera is as far away from that as modern plays are from Oscar Wilde. Video games aren’t constantly talked about in relation to Pong, nor paint- ings to Caravaggio. For modern oper- atic composers, this situation is, at best, nonsensical. “If you’re writing a novel today, you’re not constantly thinking about ‘Anna Karenina’,” says Daníel. “If you’re writing something for an orchestra, you’re not worrying about Brahms fourth symphony. You don’t go there. In the same way, I don’t even think about my opera in the same world as ‘La Traviata’.” However, he does acknowledge that it’s difficult for those unfamil- iar with the art form to view it as a contemporary form, and even harder for old works to be experienced in new contexts. “Opera is different,” he says. “You can take Shakespeare and make it modern, but you take Verdi or Puccini and you always have that historical umbilical cord that it’s hard to get away from.” Despite its difficulties, Daníel does harbour a deep and abiding love for that umbilical cord. “Of course, there can be some stuffiness and perhaps it can seem a little bit old-fashioned, but I kind of like that old-fashionedness,” he smiles. “I don’t think it’s all bad. There’s a ritual about the process of going to a concert and sitting silently. It’s one of the few places you can go and just listen. Most other concerts are loud and people are talking and drinking.” He pauses as if trying to find the right words. “The act of focused listening can be pretty amazing.” A ghostly return Modern opera is exactly that—modern. And just as other art forms rearrange to reflect our changing world, so has opera. From the savage and furious works of George Benjamin to Marc- Anthony Turnage’s recent production about the life of Anna-Nicole Smith, modern opera has stayed thematically relevant and relatable. And while opera has always been centred around human emotion, modern opera has turned that into an exploration of ambiguity and emotional complexity. ‘Brothers’ is born from this world, but also pushes the psychological limits of it further, bursting the dam on the difficult discussion surround- ing trauma and PTSD. The story explores two brothers and their expe- riences during and after combat in Afghanistan. One brother, Michael, is a prisoner of war presumed dead by his family. In captivity, he’s tortured and forced to kill another captive. The other brother, Jannik, is a lost cause vagabond fresh out of prison who vows to take care of his brother’s wife and children in his stead. When Michael returns home alive, both have to recon- cile with the choices they made during the soldier’s absence and the conse- quences of them. “What drew me to ‘Brothers’ was that it’s such a universal story,” says Daníel. “There’s something timeless about its core. It’s rooted in mythology, you know, the return of the soldiers, like ‘The Odyssey’—this person who comes back after being lost and can’t get back into his old life. He finds that his world has moved on and he’s become somewhat of a ghost.” Daníel’s perpetual calmness makes this inter- pretation eerie at points, but his voice is overlaid at all times by a sense of pure empathy. It’s clear he feels deeply troubled by but at the same time inti- mately connected to each character, despite their fundamental flaws. Apotheosis of aggression The opera takes nothing but the skel- eton of the story from the film. All the text is original, the chronology changed, and the concept adapted to fit the medium of opera. This primar- ily means that, as an opera, ‘Brothers’ uses a male and female chorus—more or less in the Greek sense of the word— to comment on and push the drama. Their text, written by librettist Kerstin Perski, is bleak. For instance, the female chorus starts off the show with a question: “Man goes to war in a faraway place/To fight for a cause soon forgotten/To protect someone from someone else/But who will protect Man from himself?” The men answer: “Protect yourself with forgetfulness./ For those who have seen/and those who have yet to see,/both the past and the future lie ahead.” It’s an ominous prelude that nimbly sets the stage for the stark honesty of the show. In ‘Brothers’, the abstract horrors of war will be shown as they are. But it is Daníel’s musical interpreta- tion that deftly wrenches the already troubling story to fervorous heights. It’s unnerving throughout, managing to walk the line between hair-rais- ing beauty and outright discomfort. Aggressive, tense, explosive, it brings to mind works like Gentileschi’s ‘Judith Slaying Holofernes’—difficult to expe- rience, but impossible to walk away from. “This story is very dark,” Daníel says. “It goes to some dark places and it never really lets you go. There’s not a lot of relief in it.” He pauses. “Opera is a weird art form, of course, but it can do something no other art form can. And in some weird way, it suits me. There’s something about it that feels natural.” No labels needed That sentiment could be used for many genres in relation to Daníel. Though he’s primarily a classical composer and conductor, Daníel’s career has broken free of all classifications. Along with his works for classical settings, which include pieces for orchestras, solo ensembles, choruses, dance, and more, he’s also released albums on the iconic avant-garde Icelandic record label Bedroom Community and scored films—most recently, ‘Under The Tree’, for which he won the Harpa Award earlier this year. Daníel’s acclaimed collaboration with noise musician Ben Frost on the album ‘Sólaris’, and the live performances that followed, included visual manipulations by Brian Eno and Nick Robertson. He has been notably celebrated for his unique approach in recording classi- cal music in a studio setting. Time Out New York declared that on his debut effort ‘Processions’, Daníel, creates “a sound that comes eerily close to defin- ing classical music’s undefinable brave new world.” He laughs when the quote is brought up, perhaps in modesty. “Jesus, I have no idea. I guess if I could tell you exactly what that brave new world is, it wouldn’t be very brave or new,” he says. “It would be defined and we would already be moving on.” It’s clear the unabashed flattery of the review took him off guard. But then he shrugs. “I suppose what the writer meant was that there was a different mindset on that album, that I approached it more as studio producer rather than a composer, but maybe that there was also a mindset of being at home in various styles.” He raises his eyebrows, clearly uncomfortable complimenting himself so audaciously. But his assessment is correct. The album, though a genre-bending ride on the cusp of electronic and cham- ber music, feels completely natural. There’s nothing forced about it. He was at home. Ticking the boxes When asked if there’s a genre he hasn’t yet been involved with but wants to, Daníel doesn’t miss a beat. “Country,” he states, completely deadpan. He lets the word sink in with complete seri- ousness as if forcing the listener to imagine his sound meshing with the It’s interesting, then, how incongru- ous his music is with his personality. Stormy, dramatic, and emotionally demanding, Daníel’s compositions are the kind you have to sit down and breathe after. He’s one of Iceland’s rising musical stars, and for good reason. Once you hear his work, you’ll never forget him. The natural composer Daníel started taking piano lessons aged six, but quit only years later in favour of sports. As a teenager, his interest in music reignited and he began composing. “The idea of composing just interested me,” Daníel says, sitting in a corner nook of Harpa’s backstage area. Behind him, the sun gleams on the harbour. “I found that it suited me, and I had some talent for it. Piano was much harder because I had stopped when I was young, so I wasn’t any kind of musical wunderkind there.” He raises his eyebrows and laughs. It’s unexpectedly tonal, especially for someone who just described them- selves as not innately musical. He takes a sip of coffee and then quickly cuts in. “I mean I can play piano,” he says, making eye contact as if just to confirm. “But composing played to my strengths. It just felt natural.” In those formative years, he was quickly drawn to the darker side of the Romantic period. “Mussorgsky’s ‘Pictures At An Exhibition’ really fasci- nated me. I also remember listening to a lot of Shostakovish,” Daníel says. “I think that’s a really good age to get into Shostakovish, as a teenager.” For refer- ence, the Russian composer is known for his dramatic, broody, and tonally subversive works. It’s more or less the classical music equivalent of getting heavily into Sartre. In the intervening decades, the composer and conductor has gone global, working with symphonies all over the world. He’s made a name for himself with his characteristically tempestuous and emotive style, as well as his tendency to take on wildly disparate projects. In recent years, he’s done everything from releasing clas- sical electronic albums to debuting works with the Los Angeles Philhar- monic. If there’s one word you can use to describe Daníel, it’s unexpected. He’s a natural shapeshifter. Last year, he presented his first operatic effort, ‘Brothers’, in Copen- hagen. The show is based on Susanne Bier’s 2004 film of the same name. The opera received massive acclaim, and in honour of this years Reykjavík Arts Festival, the composer presents its heavily anticipated Icelandic debut. “In ‘Brothers’, the abstract horrors of war will be shown as they are.”
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