Boston Baroque's Messiah

Historically Informed Performance

By: - Dec 16, 2013

Music by George Frideric Handel
Text by Charles Jennens
Boston Baroque
Martin Pearlman, music director and conductor
Vocal soloists: Kiera Duffy, soprano; Kate Lindsey, mezzo-soprano; Nicholas Phan, tenor; Jesse Blumberg, baritone
Jordan Hall at the New England Conservatory
Dec. 13 & 14

Conducting from the harpsichord, Martin Pearlman opened the familiar strains of the “Messiah”’s overture at a stately tempo. And nearly three hours later, he concluded its magnificent final chorus, ending with the greatest “Amen” ever composed, again at a stately, even grave pace.

But that was about all the stateliness the evening offered. A minute into the overture, the pace picked up, a dance rhythm took over and Pearlman and his crack Boston Baroque instrumentalists and chorus treated the famous Christmas season warhorse with lightness, grace and speed.

Over the past quarter century, we’ve come to experience the “Messiah” with the transparency the early music movement brought to music of the Baroque and early classical eras. Indeed, Boston Baroque, then in its earlier incarnation as Banchetto Musicale, gave Boston audiences its first “Messiah” played by a band of period instruments all the way back in 1981. But still, the hoary tradition of “Messiah” as large, heavy and solemn holds on in our memories – and on our record shelves. Indeed, in 1865, Boston’s Handel & Haydn Society, which gave the work its American premiere in 1818, presented “Messiah” with a chorus of 600. How could that be anything but ponderous?

Today, the Handel & Haydn Society plays with period instruments and its recent “Messiah” series featured a chorus of 30. The Boston Baroque performance was even leaner: 21 choristers and an orchestra of 26. It was almost chamber music.

Let me confess: This was the first “Messiah” I’ve heard live in nearly 40 years. In college, I had a friend whose family went to the Handel & Haydn’s annual Symphony Hall presentation of “Messiah” as an extension of their attendance at the Church of the Advent. I went with them four years in a row, rising during the “Hallelujah” with everyone else because, according to tradition, George I had when he first heard it. But it gradually became clear to me that the annual “Messiah” concerts were insider events of a club I didn’t belong to. Of course it was open to anyone who bought a ticket, but those who attended did so for the most part to reconfirm their membership in a history and tradition that was not mine. So I stopped going. I didn’t stop loving the music, and I heard it often enough: At this time of the year, you can’t avoid hearing “Messiah” – it seems to be playing every time you turn on whatever remains of classical radio.

As the years passed and my knowledge of music grew, I came to love Handel even more, not for his oratorios, but for his Italian-language operas, which are filled with a life the oratorios, based on religious texts, lack, even with Handel’s endless melodic invention and sense of drama. Handel ran a popular company in London that produced his Italian operas for many years, but when London theater-goers’ fickle taste turned against opera, he had to make his living setting Christian texts. Handel was a good Anglican – he had to be to keep his job – but in none of his religious works do you feel the intensity and depth of belief that you do in Bach’s. (For those keeping track, Handel wrote 42 operas, 37 in Italian for London; he wrote 23 oratorios, 19 in English.)

At the beginning of the month, I attended the Boston Early Music Festival’s concert of excerpts from its chamber opera series. I so loved the selection from Handel’s “Acis and Galatea” that I decided that my avoidance of “Messiah” was ridiculous. Handel’s music is glorious, whether written on sacred or secular texts, plus the private club that attended its annual concerts 40 years ago doesn’t really exist any more, at least in the same configuration.

I wasn’t disappointed, although even Boston Baroque’s stylish performance of “Messiah” couldn’t satisfy a confirmed opera lover as a performance of “Giulio Cesare in Egitto” or “Orlando” or “Rinaldo” would have. (And only a few die-hards rose with the “Hallelujah” chorus.) Although the Christian myth would make a great opera, the baggage it carries prevents artists from treating it with the freedom they would a story adapted from, say, Ovid’s “Metamorphoses.” And at many times and places it was forbidden to stage a work based on a sacred subject. (This is just my thinking out loud, and I invite anyone who knows better to shoot down my jejune musings.)

Anyway, there are basic differences between oratorios, which are usually based on religious texts, and operas, which are based on dramas. In practice, it means that oratorio favors the clear articulation of words so members of the audience can easily understand its religious message, and opera favors music and drama for their own sake. In opera musical elaboration becomes the source of delight. Because hearing every word clearly is less important, opera composers have more freedom to create showpieces. (Again, anyone who wants to tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about, shoot me an email.)

Back to the performance. Pearlman led his forces with clarity and transparency, making the structure of the lengthy work apparent. The chorus and orchestra defined this “Messiah,” the vocal soloists seeming to emerge from the chorus to declaim their recitatives and sing their airs rather than dominating the proceedings. It was curious that Pearlman chose to not have the soloists sing with the chorus. (In some historically informed performances, soloists are members of the chorus.)

Both chorus and band were vibrant and exciting. The orchestra, strings with two oboes, joined in Parts II and III by trumpets and drums, played lithely with sensitivity to rhythmic changes, anthems giving way to dances and songs. The chorus was superb, composed of individuals who could sing in unison, but who were also able to break out of the group with their individual voices. I don’t recall ever hearing a chorus with so many distinct individuals. The chorus was rollicking in “All we like sheep have gone astray,” fleet in the famous “Hallelujah” and dignified in the final “Worthy is the lamb that was slain.”

The vocal soloists were all fine, although none of them stood out – which was probably because Pearlman chose to keep them subordinate to the chorus and orchestra. His decision was disconcerting. One wants to hear a big voice kick out in famous arias like “He was despised and rejected of men” and “I know that my redeemer liveth,” and the small scale, held-in singing required of these soloists was frustrating to this listener as I’m sure it was to the singers themselves. I wonder if Pearlman erred by sticking too rigidly to early music orthodoxy. In oratorio the soloists are part of the larger ensemble, but Handel had spent a couple of decades writing opera, often with florid arias for real divas and divos. I suspect that he would have pushed his oratorio soloists to sing like opera singers when appropriate and that his London audiences would have expected as much.

It’s a shame the soloists were constrained by the overall conception of the work. All of them are young singers with potentially big careers ahead of them. Kiera Duffy and Kate Lindsey have sung at major opera houses like the Metropolitan Opera, the Royal Opera House Covent Garden and the San Francisco Opera, so they can sing big if needed. High-tenor Nicholas Phan is a particularly promising rising star with a Celebrity Series concert coming up in the spring. And baritone Jesse Blumberg demonstrated on the same Jordan Hall stage at the beginning of the month in John Blow’s “Venus and Adonis” that he can sing opera in an affecting manner with a beautiful voice.

Each of the soloists had a moment or two to shine, but also moments of discomfort.

In the recitative “Comfort ye, comfort ye my people,” Phan sounded tentative and mannered, yet in the following aria, “Ev’ry valley shall be exalted,” he demonstrated both rich low notes and effortless ornamentation that emerged naturally from the text.

In her first outing, “But who may abide the day of His coming,” alto Lindsey sang with a small voice and a lack of fire, but she added a lovely ornament to the word “appeareth.” In Part II, in “He was despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief,” she was very affecting, singing with a clear, clean voice.

Duffy had a thin, sometimes pinched voice throughout, although she sang with allure in the lullaby-like duet with Lindsey, “He shall feed His flock like a shepherd.”

Blumberg failed to impress in his Part I recitative and air, but in Part III, in his air accompanied by a trumpet, “The trumpet shall sound,” he sang with heroic tone, ending the air with a nice trill.


I enjoyed myself hearing my first live “Messiah” in four decades, but I doubt that I will make attending the oratorio an annual event. I do look forward, however, to Boston Baroque’s February program, which will feature Jean-Philippe Rameau’s one-act opera “La Guirlande” and even more so to its April presentation of Claudio Monteverdi’s “Il Ritorno d’Ulisse in Patria,” an operatic masterpiece by the first great opera composer.