Why the heck isn't this in the standard operatic repertory yet? The libretto, penned by Strauss himself, is based on an anecdote from his own marriage, when his wife Pauline mistakenly believed he was having an affair. The opera realizes Strauss' long-term goal of setting conversational German speech to dramatic music; repartee becomes music, and the score is an ever-mutating wonder. This recording, THE ONLY STUDIO RECORDING, will likely never be topped.
Lucia Popp turns in the peformance of her sadly short life, wholly inhabiting Strauss' loving portrait of his mercurial, to say the least, wife. Fishcer-Dieksau matches her as the long-suffering maestro. Conductor Sawallisch, who along with Solti, Karajan, and Bohm was one of the preeminent Straussians, has the full measure of the equally mercurial score. This opera is the middle step between the Prologue to Ariadne Auf Naxos, with it's freewheeling dialog, and Capriccio, the flowing conversation piece which closed out Strauss' operatic career. Is it a coincidence that all three of these "talk-y" operas are set in a backstage-at-the-opera milieu?
Interestingly, Strauss turned to contemporary bourgeois settings at the same time as Hindemith, Berg, and Weill were shocking German-speaking audiences with their own bilious, musically adventerous operatic portraits of the chaos that was the Weimar Republic and inter-war Vienna. But to paraphrase Alfred Hitchcock's immortal self-description, while the Modernists created slices of life, Strauss served up slices of cake. Audiences loved it, critics and musicologists never forgave him for it. Intermezzo may not be nutritious, but Strauss' sheer joy in music making is certainly delicious.