Haydn’s Creation

Haydn’s Creation

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Haydn’s The Creation
Sydney Opera House – Concert Hall

For my first experience of a major classical performance, I could hardly have asked for a more fitting introduction than Joseph Haydn’s The Creation in the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall. Performed by the Sydney Philharmonia Choirs and Orchestra under the direction of Brett Weymark, this one-night concert presentation demonstrated that music alone can tell a story with extraordinary clarity, scale and emotional force.

For those unfamiliar with the form, an oratorio shares many features with opera, using soloists, chorus and orchestra to tell a dramatic story, but is presented as a concert rather than with scenery, costumes or theatrical staging. Oratorios are also usually sacred or liturgical in theme; Handel’s Messiah, which helped inspire Haydn’s The Creation, is perhaps the best-known example. Here, the programme’s inclusion of the libretto was especially useful. As Naomi Hnat noted in the pre-concert talk, The Creation was always intended to be performable for an English-speaking audience, and the edition used in this performance adopted the original English words as set by Haydn. That made the storytelling feel immediate rather than translated at a distance.

Before the performance, a free forty-five-minute talk in the Northern Foyer provided an excellent introduction to the work. Hosted by Tom Forrester-Paton, with Conducting Fellow Naomi Hnat and geobiologist Dr Maxwell Lechte, it proved especially valuable for those without a long background in classical music. Hnat demonstrated key passages at the piano, making Haydn’s musical language accessible without oversimplifying it. Her explanation of the opening “Chaos” was particularly illuminating, showing how Haydn deliberately avoids the musical resolutions audiences instinctively expect, leaving the music unsettled as it searches for order. She also explained the famous “and there was light” passage, where the word “light” marks the transition from C minor into a blazing C major — a moment she described as one of Haydn’s favourites, while Forrester-Paton noted it was also a favourite passage for the chorus to perform.

Brett Weymark conducted with remarkable vitality. At times he seemed almost to dance the music into being, but never in a way that distracted from the performance itself. Rather, he seemed to live inside Haydn’s score as it turned and changed, especially during the more dramatic passages. His evident affection for the work translated into a performance of momentum, warmth and conviction, drawing committed responses from both orchestra and choir.

 

 

The opening “Chaos” unfolded exactly as Hnat had described, resisting comfortable resolution and creating an unsettled musical landscape before the famous declaration, “Let there be light.” The command itself arrived softly but with quiet certainty. The true release came with “and there was light,” when orchestra, choir and the lighting above the stage opened together in what felt like a blazing sunrise of sound. After the uncertainty of the opening, the effect was overwhelming: not merely heard, but physically felt throughout the Concert Hall.

The orchestra served not simply as accompaniment but as the foundation on which the entire performance rested. Rather than drawing attention to individual sections, it supported the unfolding narrative and allowed Haydn’s vivid musical imagery to emerge naturally. Nathan Cox’s fortepiano became an elegant bridge between orchestra and voices, adding delicacy and clarity whenever the soloists emerged.

The principal soloists each brought a distinct vocal character to the performance. Celeste Lazarenko’s Gabriel had a quicksilver lightness, bright, agile and seemingly airborne. As Eve, that radiance remained but became more grounded, giving the final part a warmer and more human presence. The transformation was subtle rather than theatrical, allowing the audience to hear not merely another role but another way of encountering the newly created world.

Kyle Stegall’s Uriel brought his own brightness and flexibility to the tenor line, carrying the narrative with clarity and ease. His singing had an effortless quality that allowed the story to move naturally from one stage of creation to the next, without ever feeling merely functional.

Michael Lampard’s baritone offered an ideal counterweight, oak-like in its warmth and solidity. As Raphael, he anchored the great descriptive passages with steadiness and authority; as Adam, he revealed a gentler and more intimate character. His duets with Lazarenko were among the evening’s finest moments, their contrasting vocal colours creating both balance and intimacy.

The addition of mezzo-soprano Yvette Leonard in the closing section broadened the vocal palette of the solo ensemble. Rather than competing with the principal voices, her contribution enriched the finale, adding warmth and balance to the concluding pages and giving the ending a fuller sense of vocal breadth.

If the soloists carried the narrative, the Sydney Philharmonia Choir supplied the emotional and spiritual force of the evening. At its most powerful it became a wall of sound, filling the Concert Hall without losing clarity. Yet what impressed just as much was its subtlety. Softer passages revealed many colours, while from the stalls it was possible to see and hear the individual vocal lines ripple across the risers before gathering once more into a unified whole. The effect was almost orchestral in itself, different voices emerging and receding like changing colours through falling leaves. By the second half, I found myself anticipating each occasion the choir would rise again.

The renovated Concert Hall deserves mention as a participant in the performance rather than simply its setting. The acoustics combined warmth, clarity and power, allowing orchestra, soloists and choir to blend without sacrificing individual detail. Music in this space was not simply audible; it had a tangible physical presence that surrounded the audience and reinforced the grandeur of Haydn’s vision.

The audience responded warmly throughout the afternoon, with appreciative applause between the major sections and a generous ovation at the conclusion. It felt like an acknowledgement not only of technical accomplishment but of the care, preparation and affection that had gone into bringing Haydn’s masterpiece to life.

For a first encounter with large-scale classical performance, The Creation proved both welcoming and awe-inspiring. More than two centuries after Haydn composed it, its sense of wonder remains intact. Under Weymark’s energetic direction, supported by outstanding soloists, orchestra and choir, this one-night performance transformed the Concert Hall into a place where creation was not simply described — it was vividly experienced.

To book tickets to Haydn’s Creation, please visit https://www.sydneyphilharmonia.com.au/events/haydns-creation/.

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Sweet Charity

Sweet Charity

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Hornsby Musical Society’s production of Sweet Charity succeeds because it understands the difficult balance at the heart of the musical. Beneath the colour, comedy, energetic choreography, and sharp stylisation sits a story about loneliness, resilience, and the exhausting act of continuing to hope. This production never loses sight of that emotional core.

At the centre of everything is Victoria Alfieris as Charity Hope Valentine, and it is her performance that anchors the entire production. Alfieris brings charm, vulnerability, spark, and sincerity to the role without ever reducing Charity to caricature or sentimentality. Her performance captures the essential contradiction of the character: a woman repeatedly bruised by disappointment who continues moving through life with irrepressible optimism. That emotional openness carried through her singing and dancing, creating a Charity who always felt emotionally alive and in motion.

Several musical numbers particularly showcased her strengths. “You Should See Yourself” was tender and sincere, while “If My Friends Could See Me Now” balanced comic exuberance with emotional honesty beneath the fantasy. “I’m A Brass Band” became one of the evening’s emotional high points, with Alfieris capturing Charity’s overwhelming rush of hope and possibility with infectious warmth.

James Denton’s Oscar Lindquist provided an effective counterpoint to Charity’s energy. Denton wisely leaned into Oscar’s physical awkwardness, using nervous movement, hesitant posture, and restrained reactions to make the character endearing rather than merely eccentric. This physicality gradually softened during the Ferris wheel scene, allowing genuine warmth and connection to emerge naturally between the two leads. Denton’s understated comic work during “I Love to Cry at Weddings” was particularly effective, with small physical reactions and visible discomfort generating both humour and sympathy.

 

 

Among the supporting cast, Max Waterson stood out as Vittorio Vidal. Rather than pushing the role into parody, Waterson gave Vittorio genuine charm and sweetness, especially during “Too Many Tomorrows,” which landed with surprising sincerity. Alfieris and Waterson also played beautifully off one another during the apartment sequence, balancing comedy, fantasy, and genuine warmth in a way that made Charity’s excitement feel completely believable.

The ensemble work throughout the production was consistently strong. “Big Spender,” “Rich Man’s Frug,” and “Rhythm of Life” each possessed distinct physical identities and strong collective energy. Director and choreographer Lauren Oxenham, who also choreographed Hornsby Musical Society’s Grease last year, again demonstrated a strong instinct for ensemble movement and theatrical rhythm. Where Grease required buoyant nostalgia, Sweet Charity demanded sharper stylisation and emotional edge, and Oxenham’s choreography rose confidently to that challenge.

The production’s visual design also deserves praise. The abstract, block-like set design, at times reminiscent of Rothko paintings, created flexible playing spaces that transformed smoothly into locations such as the elevator, closet, and Ferris wheel. Costumes brought generous colour to the production while still allowing larger numbers like “Rich Man’s Frug” and “Rhythm of Life” to develop distinct visual identities. Lighting was also used effectively to shape mood and transitions, though from some audience positions several lighting cues projected directly into sightlines and briefly became distracting.

Musically, the production maintained strong momentum throughout the evening, with the orchestra supporting the show’s shifting emotional rhythms without overwhelming the performers. Just as importantly, the production trusted the emotional honesty of the material. Rather than treating the ending as cynical, the final moments suggested something more hopeful: that despite repeated disappointments, Charity retains the capacity to keep moving forward.

That sense of resilience lingered after the curtain call. In the end, Hornsby Musical Society delivered a production of Sweet Charity that was not only entertaining and visually confident, but emotionally sincere, anchored by a warm and compelling central performance from Victoria Alfieris.

To book tickets to Sweet Charity, please visit https://www.pioneertheatre.com.au/whats-on/sweetcharity.

Photographer: Stefanie Roche Dobb

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The Importance of Being Earnest

The Importance of Being Earnest

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Brendan Jones’ direction for The Guild Theatre’s production of The Importance of Being Earnest takes a deliberately restrained, actor-focused approach to Oscar Wilde’s celebrated comedy of manners. A single adaptable set serves the entire evening, with shifts in furniture, props, and lighting indicating changes of location while maintaining the rhythm of the play. Period costumes establish the late Victorian setting without drawing undue attention to themselves, subtly marking the passage of time while keeping the focus squarely on the performances.

At the centre of the play is Christiane Brawley’s commanding performance as Lady Bracknell, which provides the production with its gravitational force. Brawley resists exaggeration, instead building the character through carefully controlled presence, voice, and movement. Her Lady Bracknell commands the room not through volume but through absolute certainty, delivering Wilde’s lines with the authority of social judgement. Particularly striking is her use of the character’s walking stick, wielded almost like a rapier, slicing through the surrounding absurdities and, in the final act, restoring order to the increasingly chaotic situation.

The comic partnership between Jack Worthing and Algernon Moncrieff proves equally strong. Simon Pearce’s Jack projects confidence and control, yet allows the cracks in that composure to appear as the plot tightens around him. The result is a performance in which Jack’s comic energy bursts sideways whenever the carefully maintained façade begins to slip, often expressed through sharply physical reactions. In contrast, Harry Rutner’s Algernon moves through the play with gleeful poise, seemingly delighted to dance along the knife-edge of Wilde’s social absurdities. Their contrasting energies play off each other beautifully, creating a lively tension that drives many of the play’s comic exchanges.

 

 

Julia Burns and Isla Harris bring similar clarity to their performances as Gwendolen Fairfax and Cecily Cardew. Both actresses initially lean into the romantic enthusiasm and social niceties expected of their characters, presenting Gwendolen’s polished confidence and Cecily’s imaginative warmth with equal charm. The famous tea scene, however, allows them to demonstrate impressive range as the tone shifts repeatedly within a single encounter. What begins as cordial conversation cools rapidly once the two women realise they are engaged to the same man. The atmosphere turns first cold, then openly combative, with politeness weaponised through smiles, teacups, and carefully chosen words. Burns and Harris navigate these transitions with precision, and the final moment—when the two women instantly unite against the men responsible for the confusion—provides one of the evening’s most satisfying releases of tension.

Leigh Scanlon’s dual performance as Lane and Merriman offers a neatly observed contrast. Lane appears as a figure of calm control, the perfectly composed manservant quietly maintaining order in Algernon’s household, while Merriman carries a dry affability that suggests a man well accustomed to accommodating the oddities of country house life. Scanlon keeps the two characters distinct, highlighting how the servants calmly adapt as the increasingly absurd events of the play unfold around them.

Lyn Lee and Kevin Tanner bring warmth to their roles as Miss Prism and Canon Chasuble, playing their mutual flirtation with straightforward sweetness. That sincerity makes the later revelation of Miss Prism’s role in the play’s central mystery all the more effective, as the gentle respectability of the characters contrasts sharply with the absurdity that ultimately resolves the plot.

Taken as a whole, The Guild Theatre’s production succeeds through the clarity of Brendan Jones’ direction and the strength of its ensemble. By keeping the staging deliberately restrained and allowing the performers to take centre stage, the production lets Wilde’s intricate social comedy unfold with confidence and precision. The result is an evening that captures both the elegance and the absurdity at the heart of the play, and one that reminds audiences why this mischievous comedy continues to reward performance more than a century after its first appearance on the stage.

To book tickets to The Importance of Being Earnest, please visit https://www.guildtheatre.com.au/featured-shows/the-importance-of-being-earnest/.

Photographer: Grant Leslie Photography

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Much Ado About Nothing

Much Ado About Nothing

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This Much Ado About Nothing is set on the South Coast in the week before Christmas, and the choice is not cosmetic. From the moment Don Pedro, Claudio and Benedick enter wheeling a battered esky, the world is established: this is a family gathering, loud, sunburnt, faintly daggy, and thick with history. The cicadas hum, So Fresh Summer Hits blare, and the audience—seated in the round, sometimes beside the actors themselves—is folded directly into the social fabric of the play.

The production leans into deliberate dagginess. Costumes are bright, mundane, occasionally ugly. The set is minimal: a Christmas tree, a party table, a CD player, tinsel slung over exits. Popular music and unpolished dancing create the feeling of a real holiday gathering rather than a theatrical abstraction. In a space this small, there is nowhere to hide—and the production knows it.

Theo Rule’s Benedick is an Australian bloke we recognise instantly. His loud vows of eternal bachelorhood are funny because they’re defensive, half-brag and half-shield. What makes the performance quietly impressive is the vulnerability Rule allows in. As Benedick overhears that Beatrice may love him, the change is gradual, almost reluctant. Armour loosens in stages. Pauses lengthen. Hope creeps in. By the time Benedick acts, his earnestness feels earned, not performative.

Madison Chippendale, who also directs the production, gives Beatrice a different kind of armour. Her wit reads as learned self-protection, shaped by disappointment rather than disdain. When she overhears Benedick’s supposed love, curiosity flickers—but caution holds the line. Her later demand that he prove himself lands not as cruelty but principle. That insistence becomes the moral spine of the play, aligning directly with Benedick’s decision to believe Hero when others will not.

 

 

Andrea Magpulong’s Hero emerges slowly, but when she speaks there is no ignoring her. That restraint makes the wedding scene genuinely shocking. In such close quarters, Claudio’s public shaming feels brutally intimate. James Papadakis plays Claudio as someone painfully familiar: good-natured, not too bright, easily led. His cruelty comes not from malice but weakness, which makes it harder to excuse.

James Yeargain’s doubling of Don Pedro and Don John is smartly executed, though the production’s trimmed structure means Don John’s plot is never fully resolved. This Much Ado prioritises emotional truth over narrative closure, and that trade-off is visible.

The true heart of the production lies in the Beatrice and Benedick scenes. Calling it “chemistry” is inadequate. What plays is collision—two guarded people meeting at force. Love doesn’t bloom here; it crashes.

There is something quietly principled in these choices. Shakespeare did not write for high culture; he wrote for crowded rooms, for people eating, drinking, laughing, and sometimes being cruel to one another. Chippendale’s direction understands this instinctively. By embracing the familiar — the bad taste, the pop music, the awkward dancing, the Christmas rituals everyone recognises — the play is returned to its natural habitat. In this exposed, communal space, the language doesn’t arrive as something precious, but as something overheard. And that is where it belongs.

To book tickets to Much Ado About Nothing, please visit https://www.trybooking.com/events/landing/1493684.

Photographer: Jamie Simmons

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