Magazine article The Spectator

Music Dangerous Liaison

Magazine article The Spectator

Music Dangerous Liaison

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It's taken 40 years, but I've finally developed a taste for the one type of classical music that I couldn't stand. And last week I broke the news to the man responsible: Roger Hewland, owner of Gramex, the world's finest second-hand classical CD and record shop, just behind Waterloo Station.

'Roger, I've suddenly got into Italian opera, ' I said.

He raised an eyebrow in mock concern. 'Oh dear, now that is serious. It's an incurable addiction and [rubbing his hands together - he's a shopkeeper, after all] a most expensive one. May I ask what you were listening to when the symptoms first appeared?'

'Donizetti. Lucia di Lammermoor with Sutherland and Pavarotti.'

'All is lost!' crowed Roger, grinning like a schoolboy who's just won a game of conkers: with his tousled thick white hair and habit of rearranging the shelves just to tease customers, he reminds me of an octogenarian William Brown. 'Donizetti is dangerous stuff. Next it will be Bellini.'

I've been visiting Gramex for a decade; it's a place of safety where, as I've written here before, you can drop into an armchair and a cup of tea will be pushed into your hand while you sample a CD on the shop's cordless headphones.

In the early years I sometimes used the headphones to block out Roger's non-stop chatter about Italian opera: 'Magda Olivero - not the prettiest sound, but the most intelligent delivery you'll ever hear.'

Most of it meant nothing to me, but - since Roger's not averse to repeating himself - one or two things stuck. 'The problem with La Traviata is that the perfect performance would require the three best sopranos in the world - the best coloratura soprano, the best lyric soprano and the best dramatic soprano.'

The notion that certain Verdi roles require superhuman powers is one of Roger's leitmotifs. Not that he'd use the L-word.

He hates 99 per cent of Wagner, grudgingly allowing that a five-minute passage here or there isn't bad. And Mozart leaves him cold.

Yet, until this year, the only operas I could relate to were by these two composers.

Mozart and Wagner have little in common - but there was method in my madness (and Roger's). They wrote operas that could be appreciated by people for whom the human voice wasn't paramount. Mozart's vocal lines can't be separated from his miracles of counterpoint and modulation: for me, the end of Act 2 of Figaro delivers the same quality of joy as his piano concertos, some of whose finales are distinctly operatic. …

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