A SOPRANO COMES HOME
February 8th, 2019Ms. Meade was finally able to return to her home state and to Seattle Opera to make her debut with the company in Verdi’s Il Trovatore and what a debut it was!
When I saw Meade in the summer of 2012 at the Astoria Music Festival singing excerpts from Vincenzo Bellini’s Norma, she was plenty good. She’d received praise from such heavyweight New York critics as Alex Ross and Anthony Tommasini. Her robust, flexible voice was primed to take her places, especially when Verdi was required.
As in Norma, Il Trovatore’s Leonora’s vocal range and dynamics demand that she sing all-stops-out and in a whisper — that Verdi range! Her role requires long, lush lines and athletic coloratura runs. She swoons, she longs for and mourns her lover, she escapes to become a nun, she embraces a secret about loving the troubadour, she holds her ground against the aggressive courting Count di Luna, who is actually the count’s brother (though neither knows this till the end) —and she must die, of course.
Meade proved herself deserving of the non-stop applause and blast of bravas. After her Act 1 double aria, the audience clapped for 15 seconds, but after “D’Amor sull’ ali rosee” in the final part, she received 42 seconds of applause. She stood frozen during the adoration while conductor Carlo Montanaro waited patiently to start up the orchestra again. She couldn’t miss, and neither does this production.”
Oregon Arts Watch
“The top performance, by a long shot, was that of soprano Angela Meade. The sheer beauty of her singing had me in tears more than once. Her tone was gorgeous from top to bottom of her considerable range. Her trill shimmered, and her soft high notes floated above the orchestra to perfection.“
Seattle Gay News
“Centralia’s own Angela Meade worked vocal magic at times that brought tears to my eyes. When she tossed in incredibly beautiful high notes that floated over the orchestra on wings of pure delight, and her trills and other coloratura skills seemed effortless. Most impressive of all, those two ascending lines she sings as she is dying were spun out with a languid ease, ever so slow, growing ever more soft as she approached that last high note in pure pianissimo, all while lying horizontal in Manrico’s arms. Utter magic! Very few sopranos can do this.”
Seattle Gay News