Cantonese Opera
On Monday, 27 April 2009 I went to the Cantonese Opera at Kwai Chung with Delia, Janet, Anastasia and Peggy. It was the first time I have been to a Cantonese opera.
Janet’s mum, whose name I cannot remember at the moment, is a famous Hong Kong Cantonese opera star. I have met her previously a couple of times at her home where she seems just a very normal person with a lovely bubbly personality. I was interested to see what she would be like as a famous star and thought that my friends had been joking with me a little bit and that she was just some opera singer in the local theatre company. How incorrect was my thinking…..
Arriving at Kwai Chung just before the performance started, the group of girls immediately diverted me towards the nearest local Chinese restaurant for dinner. When I enquired as to why we weren’t going straight into the theatre for the start of the Opera, they replied ‘ because we don’t want to get there early, we only want to get there before Janet’s mum goes on, and besides, nothing is more important than eating!’.
After dinner we proceeded to the theatre. I had been to that theatre before one year ago during the Hong Kong Arts Festival where I saw a famous arts Troupe from France doing a musical play that in English translates to “Land’s End”. You can read about that experience in my past Web post on this website. At the time, that play consisted of a number of people in long overcoats and hats with their faces painted blue thrashing around in some huge plastic rubbish bin bags, all to the sound of music, all in the name of art. Like the intent of the plastic bags, I remember thinking it was just garbage.
Anyway, I was back at the same theatre again and we proceeded into the dressing rooms to see Janet’s mum. Janet’s mum is a wonderful person, always happy and cheerful and so welcoming. She was exactly the same that night and welcomed us into her dressing room. She looked extremely beautiful and regal in her costume that I was to learn later was just her costume for before her performance, she changed and wore another one for her performance. We proceeded to have a number of photos taken by a professional photographer and then made our way to our seats that had been arranged for us by the Opera troupe. At that point I realized that this was serious opera as the place was full with about 4000 people in attendance.
I must admit that, as a westerner, my appreciation of Cantonese opera might be somewhat confused so it takes me a little while to appreciate the beauty of what is going on. At the start, what I observed were two people standing at microphones towards the front of the stage and singing from what appeared to be church hymnbooks. One of the people sings in a deeper voice than the other and this is the person taking the ‘male’ role. The other person then sings their part in a very pronounced ‘ female’ role. Until you get used to it, you could be forgiven that the female role is trying to sound like a cat with its tail freshly cut off. The vocals are quite high, screeching and pronounced. Still, it’s all part of the plan.
Similarly, often a woman can sing the male role. It makes no difference in Cantonese opera.
Behind the two singers is the orchestra. There is a full complement of musicians and I would suggest that they are all very professional as they play things like erhu, ‘paypar’ (although probably spelt incorrectly, Chinese people will know what this means if they pronounce it), and other folk instruments. Of particular note was a young percussionist who played a number of parts and instruments all with professional dexterity and aplomb.
I was also to learn that each ‘ act’ or pair of singers actually only seen one song even though that song may seem to go for 30 or 40 minutes. Each song may have 10 parts so it all makes sense to Chinese people but to this poor Westerner it was a little bit confusing.
When it was Janet’s mums time to come out on stage, she arrived to tumultuous applause, far in excess of the applause that any of the other Cantonese opera stars had received. I could tell that she was quite famous and much loved by the Chinese opera goers. This thinking was also reinforced at the end of her performance when members of the audience went to the front of the stage and presented her with gifts, far more than all of the other singers combined had received. I was one of those audience members at the front of the stage at the end of her performance as it was my job to hand her a big bouquet of flowers. We both had a good laugh at the time because it was impossible to hold the flowers due to all the other gifts she was holding in her arms. Her male singing companion had to carry the flowers for her.
With reference to her performance, I can’t really say anything. She seemed to sing the role well, similar to the other female parts sung previously although there was something slightly different in her singing and maybe this is what adds the value.
For me though, the whole thing is about the experience as well as the music. My Chinese friends were very worried before we went, during the performance, as well as afterwards because they worried that I might get bored and not enjoy the show. What I tried to explain to them that I am not sure that they understood was that I loved the experience of going to Cantonese opera, loved the experience of seeing Janet’s otherwise ‘normal’ mum as a superstar, loved sitting and listening to the Cantonese operatic music, and loved being out with my friends. Even though I didn’t understand much of what was going on at the actual opera, that all didn’t matter because I had an absolutely wonderful time.
After the opera was finished, we went and saw Janet’s mum in the dressing rooms gain and all had a good laugh about the Westerner (me) in the audience. It seems I was a focus of attention for the other opera goers as well as for some of the other singers on the stage.
Would I go again? You bet I would, for all the same reasons outlined n the paragraph above.
As the Janet’s mum and her superstar status, I also forgot to mention that she is a very normal and humble person. Were all going to her house on Saturday night as she wants to cook dinner for us all. How good is that? Simply fantastic in my view.
Until next time, don’t forget to wipe.
Janet’s mum, whose name I cannot remember at the moment, is a famous Hong Kong Cantonese opera star. I have met her previously a couple of times at her home where she seems just a very normal person with a lovely bubbly personality. I was interested to see what she would be like as a famous star and thought that my friends had been joking with me a little bit and that she was just some opera singer in the local theatre company. How incorrect was my thinking…..
Arriving at Kwai Chung just before the performance started, the group of girls immediately diverted me towards the nearest local Chinese restaurant for dinner. When I enquired as to why we weren’t going straight into the theatre for the start of the Opera, they replied ‘ because we don’t want to get there early, we only want to get there before Janet’s mum goes on, and besides, nothing is more important than eating!’.
After dinner we proceeded to the theatre. I had been to that theatre before one year ago during the Hong Kong Arts Festival where I saw a famous arts Troupe from France doing a musical play that in English translates to “Land’s End”. You can read about that experience in my past Web post on this website. At the time, that play consisted of a number of people in long overcoats and hats with their faces painted blue thrashing around in some huge plastic rubbish bin bags, all to the sound of music, all in the name of art. Like the intent of the plastic bags, I remember thinking it was just garbage.
Anyway, I was back at the same theatre again and we proceeded into the dressing rooms to see Janet’s mum. Janet’s mum is a wonderful person, always happy and cheerful and so welcoming. She was exactly the same that night and welcomed us into her dressing room. She looked extremely beautiful and regal in her costume that I was to learn later was just her costume for before her performance, she changed and wore another one for her performance. We proceeded to have a number of photos taken by a professional photographer and then made our way to our seats that had been arranged for us by the Opera troupe. At that point I realized that this was serious opera as the place was full with about 4000 people in attendance.
I must admit that, as a westerner, my appreciation of Cantonese opera might be somewhat confused so it takes me a little while to appreciate the beauty of what is going on. At the start, what I observed were two people standing at microphones towards the front of the stage and singing from what appeared to be church hymnbooks. One of the people sings in a deeper voice than the other and this is the person taking the ‘male’ role. The other person then sings their part in a very pronounced ‘ female’ role. Until you get used to it, you could be forgiven that the female role is trying to sound like a cat with its tail freshly cut off. The vocals are quite high, screeching and pronounced. Still, it’s all part of the plan.
Similarly, often a woman can sing the male role. It makes no difference in Cantonese opera.
Behind the two singers is the orchestra. There is a full complement of musicians and I would suggest that they are all very professional as they play things like erhu, ‘paypar’ (although probably spelt incorrectly, Chinese people will know what this means if they pronounce it), and other folk instruments. Of particular note was a young percussionist who played a number of parts and instruments all with professional dexterity and aplomb.
I was also to learn that each ‘ act’ or pair of singers actually only seen one song even though that song may seem to go for 30 or 40 minutes. Each song may have 10 parts so it all makes sense to Chinese people but to this poor Westerner it was a little bit confusing.
When it was Janet’s mums time to come out on stage, she arrived to tumultuous applause, far in excess of the applause that any of the other Cantonese opera stars had received. I could tell that she was quite famous and much loved by the Chinese opera goers. This thinking was also reinforced at the end of her performance when members of the audience went to the front of the stage and presented her with gifts, far more than all of the other singers combined had received. I was one of those audience members at the front of the stage at the end of her performance as it was my job to hand her a big bouquet of flowers. We both had a good laugh at the time because it was impossible to hold the flowers due to all the other gifts she was holding in her arms. Her male singing companion had to carry the flowers for her.
With reference to her performance, I can’t really say anything. She seemed to sing the role well, similar to the other female parts sung previously although there was something slightly different in her singing and maybe this is what adds the value.
For me though, the whole thing is about the experience as well as the music. My Chinese friends were very worried before we went, during the performance, as well as afterwards because they worried that I might get bored and not enjoy the show. What I tried to explain to them that I am not sure that they understood was that I loved the experience of going to Cantonese opera, loved the experience of seeing Janet’s otherwise ‘normal’ mum as a superstar, loved sitting and listening to the Cantonese operatic music, and loved being out with my friends. Even though I didn’t understand much of what was going on at the actual opera, that all didn’t matter because I had an absolutely wonderful time.
After the opera was finished, we went and saw Janet’s mum in the dressing rooms gain and all had a good laugh about the Westerner (me) in the audience. It seems I was a focus of attention for the other opera goers as well as for some of the other singers on the stage.
Would I go again? You bet I would, for all the same reasons outlined n the paragraph above.
As the Janet’s mum and her superstar status, I also forgot to mention that she is a very normal and humble person. Were all going to her house on Saturday night as she wants to cook dinner for us all. How good is that? Simply fantastic in my view.
Until next time, don’t forget to wipe.