Exultate, Jubilate!
As far as I could tell, a concert held at St John's Co-Cathedral last Monday week received nary a mention in the columns of the local press. Surprising. It was a fine performance. A largely German audience was of the same mind and gave musicians and singers a standing ovation once the last sounds of Mozart's Mass in C-Minor, KV 317 rose to the once bare vaulted ceiling Mattia Preti transformed into a pictorial story of the Baptist.
St John's is an enchanting place. The ongoing restoration and the excellent lighting system that illuminates the interior of the Cathedral at evening time have added greatly to its artistic charm and to an atmosphere that is nothing short of magical. It was here, that evening, that the fine choir and splendid orchestra of the Collegium Musicum, under the confident baton of Dion Buhagiar, and an impressive quartet - Joan Mangion (soprano) Connie Frances Zerafa (mezzo-soprano) Noel Galea (bass) and Charles Vincenti (tenor) - delighted us with a programme of song from works by Mozart and Haydn; all this courtesy of the Travel and Incentive Agency, Terramundi.
It may be invidious to pick out Mangion's rendition of Exultate, Jubilate, from an evening that offered a great deal, but I could not help wondering why we have not seen this soprano singing with the National Orchestra at the Manoel Theatre since 1995, or thereabouts?
Only last year, Fr Peter Serracino Inglott acknowledged that an aria from the opera The Maltese Cross, for which he wrote the libretto, was sung by internationally famous sopranos and recorded by Greek and German singers of world repute. Yet he had never heard it sung more to his satisfaction than on the first occasion in a pre-production performance by Mangion.
Her thrilling Exultate, Noel Galea's rich Qui tollis, Connie Frances Zerafa's melodious Laudamus Te and Charles Vincenti's Quoniam, the choir's Ave Verum, were of a high standard. Why are they not heard more often at the Manoel? Why are Mro Buhagiar and the gifted Collegium Musicum not entertaining us more often in the national environment provided by the national theatre?
Who decides these things? More to the point, who decides against? These singers and musicians deserve better and we, the audience, deserve more of them.

