My dear readers: you should know how important you all are. We music reviewers, we too are ego-trippers, just as much as novelists or psychologists. We do what we do because it helps us get rid of our problems. Or not.

Because you are all so faithful and take the trouble to read me (I hope), I am going to tell you a bit about myself. Also because I received ‘death threats’ following an interview (am I a BN now?) and got a bit ‘unheimlich’ about it.

Music is not a science, certainly not in the strict sense. There are no mathematical rules for it, although there were (and still are) plenty of ‘pioneers’ who claimed so. The result of their mathematical calculations was cacophony or just the opposite: the endlessly repeating sequence of three notes. I know there are plenty of enthusiasts for it and I grant them their pleasure. But now I want to talk to you about something that is still a taboo subject: sentiment.

When I was a 4-year-old girl, my parents ‘separated’. My violin-playing father took me to see Sviatoslav Richter, which naturally resulted in piano lessons. My mother loved operetta and since there was no one else to accompany her, I was taken along. I went along and I enjoyed myself. Still, more than 60 years later, I know most operettas by heart. In Polish, that is, because everything was translated back then.

Jan Kiepura and Martha Eggerth in the duet from Lehár’s Lustige Witwe. In Polish:.

Why am I telling you about it? Because I want to share with you what I call ‘my little sentimental journey’. On New Year’s Eve – sitting on the sofa in my heated home, with my cat beside me and glass of bubbles in hand – I listened and watched the operetta night from Dresden and I was overcome with melancholy and, well, longing for the old days. I felt like the four-year-old girl again and all I wished was that my mother could sit next to me and experience it too. Too bad there is no phone connection to the afterlife, otherwise I could call her: ‘Mom, you have to hear this!’

Below, Beczala sings ‘Freunde, das Leben ist lebenswert’ from Giuditta. Live recording from 2007:

Anyway. Now we’ll leave the sentiments and confine ourselves to the ‘product’. The annual ‘Christmas Operette Galas’ in Dresden are now famous and achieve high viewing figures. The Staatskapelle Dresden is conducted by none other than Christian Thielemann, and apart from Piotr Beczała, a soprano (or two) also take part.

In 2011, Angela Denoke and Ana Maria Labin were featured; in 2012, the scheduled Diana Damrau had to cancel at the last minute due to illness and was replaced by Ingeborg Schlöpff. Both Galas were released by DG in 2013: Kalmán (2012) on CD with a bonus Lehár from 2011 on DVD.

Angela Denoke & Piotr Beczala – Warum hat jeder Fruhling, ach, nur einen Mai (Franz Lehar):

That I rate the CD (why not on DVD?) slightly higher than the DVD has everything to do with my own preferences: I love Lehár insanely, but Kalmán has long since more than stolen my heart. ‘Weisst du es noch’ from the Csárdásfürstin did not leave my CD player (and my head) for days (and nights!).

Do you think it’s a weird review? So do I. But if you like operetta, no, if you like music and don’t shy away from sentiment, then go buy the box set. I assure you it will warm your heart.