There is a way of listening to the eighteenth century that does not pass
through the urgency of a thesis or the
craving for rediscovery, but through a
form of cultivated, almost domestic
familiarity. A kind of listening that
does not ask to be astonished, but to be
accompanied. Prime donne is born
precisely in this space: not as a
programmatic declaration, not as an act
of rupture, but as a conscious traversal
of a repertoire that lives on balance,
on measured rhetoric, on a beauty that
has no need to raise its voice in order
to assert itself.
The title, deliberately broad, evokes a historical season in which the
voice — female, or entrusted to the
great castrati — stood at the centre of
a complex symbolic geography: theatre
and church, affects and discipline,
expression and architecture. The aim
here is not to reconstruct an era
philologically, nor to display its
contrasts, but to restore to circulation
a quality of singing and listening that
belongs to that world and that today all
too often risks being oversimplified.
The programme is built with narrative intelligence. The arias, motets and
instrumental pages are not arranged as
isolated numbers, but as stages of a
journey that alternates tension and
release, clarity and warmth, without
ever breaking the thread. A disc that
invites one to breathe.
The opening entrusted to Antonio Vivaldi has the task of immediately
defining the terrain. Armatae face et
anguibus, Vagaus’s aria from
Juditha triumphans, is a page of
character that over time has known
sharply polarised readings. Gabetta
imparts a drive that at certain moments
constrains the breath of the phrase, but
Viotti holds the line with firmness, and
the martial profile of the piece finds
its coherence nonetheless. There is no
pursuit of immediate effect; rather, a
tension that unfolds without forcing,
allowing the writing to take its course.
This approach runs through the entire Vivaldian block. In the motets (Ascende
laeta, Canta in prato, ride in
monte), the vocal writing becomes
more open, more luminous, yet never
loses its sobriety. Cantability emerges
as a structural element, not as an
occasion for display. Even in the more
festive passages, the expression remains
consistently legible, embedded in a
broader design that privileges the
continuity of the musical discourse.
If Vivaldi represents the side of formal clarity and well-tempered
tension, Nicola Porpora offers the
lyrical heart of the disc. The Salve
Regina in F major — composed in 1730
for the Venetian contralto known as La
Zabetta, whose timbre and agility were
already legendary among her
contemporaries — unfolds as a long
cantabile arc, in which the voice is
called not so much to astonish as to
sustain. Here Marina Viotti displays a
full confidence with a writing that
lives on breath, on support, on the
balance between word and sound. The
singing proceeds naturally, allowing the
music to unfold without urgency,
sustained by an accompaniment that
listens and accompanies in turn.
Porpora, master of singing and architect of eighteenth-century vocality,
emerges in his full stature not as an
emblem of virtuosity, but as a composer
of a cantability that is considered,
constructed, and deeply aware of the
expressive means of the voice. Listening
to these pages restores a sober
devotional dimension, far removed from
both pathos and abstraction.
The instrumental pages inserted in the programme do not interrupt the
flow, but expand it. Vivaldi’s Violin
Concerto RV 387, dedicated to Anna Maria
della Pietà, is not a mere interlude: it
is an open window onto the sonic context
in which these voices took shape. The
concertante writing enters into ideal
dialogue with the singing, recalling
that in the eighteenth century the
distinction between vocal and
instrumental was often more porous than
we are accustomed to think today.
The final section dedicated to Giovanni Porta completes the journey with
a different character. A less frequently
performed composer but one perfectly
embedded in his time, Porta offers in
Volate gentes a relaxed, open
writing in which tension gives way to a
sense of serene expansion — not stasis,
but resolution. Here the voice is free
to move with greater ease, while
remaining faithful to the general
orientation of the disc. The concluding
Alleluia does not seek a final
peroration, but presents itself as the
natural resolution of the discourse,
leaving the listener with a sense of
achieved equilibrium.
Decisive throughout the disc is the work of the Orchestre de l’Opéra
Royal under the direction of Andrés
Gabetta. The sound is always legible,
the articulation carefully considered,
the basso continuo present without ever
becoming intrusive — though at certain
moments the rhythmic drive allows less
space than the vocal writing would
require. The orchestra does not compete
with the voice, but sustains it, frames
it, accompanies it as an integral part
of the project. It is a musical
conception that privileges the ensemble
over the isolated detail, and one that
finds its natural place within the
productions associated with the Opéra
Royal de Versailles.
Prime donne
is not a disc that asks to be listened
to in order to be judged, but in order
to be inhabited. It proposes no
revolutions, no manifestos, but a way of
dwelling within the repertoire with
ease, competence and awareness. It is a
listening experience that grows with
time, that can be returned to without
wearing thin, and that restores to the
eighteenth century a living voice, not a
museified one. A disc that breathes, and
that invites one to breathe.