khankonchak's video: Boris Shtokolov- The weeping willows slumber M Sharov

Boris Timofeevich Shtokolov (1930-2005) is a name unfamiliar to most music aficionados in the West. Though he was was an extremely popular singer in the former Soviet Union (and my personal favorite bass), his exposure to audiences beyond the Iron Curtain was limited- his tours abroad were not frequent, and recordings are relatively sparse for an artist of his stature. A graduate of the Ural State Conservatory in Ekaterinburg, he was THE leading bass at the Mariinsky Theater in St. Petersburg for much of his 30 year tenure there (1959-89) and is still considered the finest interpreter of old Russian romances and folk songs. His voice was a genuine basso profondo- very dark, rotund, and powerful, but at the same time perfectly controlled, even, and flexible throughout its entire range, with an effortless top. The timbre is smooth as velvet, never harsh, and instantly recognizable (a characteristic of many great singers, it seems), and Shtokolov's trademark diminuendos and floated pianissimos are nothing short of miraculous, unmatched by any other bass in my listening experience. Here he sings one of my favorite romances from the genre of the "starinniy russkiy romans" (old Russian romance): M.Sharov's "Dremliut plakuchiye ivy" ("The weeping willows slumber"). Non-native listeners might be familiar with it from Dmitri Hvorostovsky's album "I met you, my love". While I have great admiration for the Siberian baritone as a singer and applaud his efforts to bring such romances to a wider audience, I must say his interpretation is completely outclassed by that of Shtokolov. Next to him, Hvorostovsky simply sounds glib and superficial; he sees the romance as nothing more than a pretty song. Shtokolov, on the other hand, makes a miniature masterpiece of it, and his singing conveys a depth of feeling that Hvorostovsky barely hints at. Translation of the text follows: The weeping willows slumber, Bowing low over the stream, The current flows swiftly, Whispering in the darkness of night, Whispering, still whispering in the darkness of night. They evoke thoughts of the distant past with their humming, Sick and lonely of heart I long for those days gone by, I still long for those days gone by. Where are you, my beloved darling? Do you even remember me, Do you pine, as I do, And weep for me in the still of night, And weep for me likewise in the still of night?