
Above: William Socolof, photo by Alexander Sargent
Thursday December 9th, 2021 - Young Concert Artists presenting bass-baritone William Socolof, with pianist Gracie Francis, in recital at Merkin Hall.
Mr. Socolof, a native of White Plains, New York, won First Prize in the Young Concert Artists 2020 International Auditions. He had originally studied the cello, but switched to voice and began his career as a classical singer at the Interlochen Arts Academy in Michigan at the age of 16. Since then, he has developed a wide-ranging repertory that includes chamber music, lieder, music-theater, and opera.
In 2020 season, William debuted with the Boston Symphony Orchestra under Andris Nelsons as a soloist in Beethoven’s Choral Fantasy, and with The Juilliard Chamber Orchestra in Alice Tully Hall, singing Mozart’s concert aria 'Per questa bella mano', K 162. His operatic credits include the role of Daniel Webster in The Mother of Us All in collaboration with MetLiveArts and the New York Philharmonic, and as Don Alfonso in Mozart's Così fan tutte at The Juilliard School. He holds both a Bachelor's and a Master's Degree in music from Juilliard, and is currently pursuing an Artist Diploma in Opera Studies, working with that wonderful tenor, William Burden.

Above: Gracie Francis, photo by Wen Ting Gu
Pianist Gracie Francis is a student of Dr. Lydia Brown (...hurrah for Lydia!) at The Juilliard School, where she commenced a Master of Music in Collaborative Piano (Vocal) in September 2019. A native of New Zealand, Gracie received her Bachelor of Music (First Class Honors) in 2014 under Rae de Lisle at the University of Auckland, and made her professional concerto debuts as both pianist and harpsichordist during her studies. She has also performed in Canada and across Europe.
In their program tonight, Mr. Socolof and Ms. Francis a covered a wide range of music, both the familiar and the rare. With no idea of what to expect, my friend Rob Scott and I were simply blown away by their performance. After the first song, we turned to one another silently in a state of awe.
The evening opened with Quatre Chansons de Don Quichotte by Jacques Ibert, and from note one it was clear that Mr. Socolof's is a major voice...the most fascinating "new" voice I have come upon since Lisette Oropesa burst on the musical scene as a Young Artist at The Met during the 2006-2007 season.
In the Ibert, we found so much to love in Mr. Socolof's voice and persona: a vast range (from rich deep tones to a top which can be potent or deliciously heady), an entrancing gift for words and for nuances of colour, a fascinating manipulation of vibrato, poetically expressive hands, and abundant personal charisma. His singing made me recall that of Jose van Dam, but Mr. Socolof's timbre is even more distinctive.
Following these Ibert jewels, we had, from the American composer Robert Owens, two songs: “Die Nacht” and “Morgendämmerung”. After fighting in World War II, Mr. Owens had remained in Europe, studying first in Paris, and in 1964 settling in Munich, where he worked as a film and stage actor and as a pianist, whilst continuing to compose. He passed away in 2017.
Ms. Francis commenced "Die Nacht" with fluttery keyboard figurations while Mr. Socolof was as compelling in the German language as in the French. His use of dynamics and of straight tone kept us riveted. Both singer and pianist brought warmth and passion to “Morgendämmerung”. Mr. Socolof has an incredible communicative gift - one that he shares with singers like Victoria de los Angeles and Matthias Goerne: he makes you feel that he is singing just for you.
Six songs from Franz Schubert's Schwanengesang followed, in which singer and pianist kept the audience enthralled. Drama and restlessness fill "Der Atlas", of which the artists gave a stunning reading. In "Ihr Bild", which opens with voice and piano in gloomy unison expressing the despair of a lost love, Mr. Socolof's face and hands told the poignant story as clearly as his voice. With its accompaniment of rolling waves, in "Das Fischermädchen", the poet compares his heart to the sea: a stormy ebb and flow, but filled with pearls of love and tenderness. "Die Stadt" is mysterious and expressive, calling for great control from both musicians. Incredibly moving is the melancholy melody of "Am Meer", magnificently voiced and drenched in sorrow. And, lastly, in the doom-ladened bleakness of "Der Doppelgänger" Mr. Socolof's deep tones and massive vocal power made an indelible impression.
From the Schubert, the singer and pianist moved immediately into "Crossing the Rubicon"' by
Leaha Maria Villareal, in which Ms. Francis reached into the piano, plucking the strings like a harp, or hammering them like a dulcimer. Mr. Socolof, whilst continuing to sing, also struck some notes. The song's only words are "The Die Is Cast". This intriguing piece brought the first half of the program to an end.
Til this evening, I'd only ever heard Claude Debussy's Trois Chansons de Bilitis sung by a woman, but Mr. Socolof claimed them for his own in a marvelous interpretation: moody, sensual, and gorgeously sung. Ms. Francis's playing was a marvel in itself, with her quietly rapturous playing in "La flûte de Pan". Together, the two made every moment so smooth and emotive: truly magical. They continued their spell-binding performance with a coloristic, achingly beautiful "La Chevelure" and then led us on to "Le tombeau des Naïades" in which Mr. Socolof's lovely way with words was at its most alluring. As the song moved towards its sublime end, Ms. Francis's playing touched the heart once again. What a lustrous performance of the Debussy this was.
Three songs from composer
Joel Engel's collection of Jewish Folksongs came next. In the first, "Avram! Avram!", Mr. Socolof's voice took on a pervasive air of sadness, employing his vast dynamic range to haunting effect. The singer summoned uncanny power in "Sluchaj!", which was so deeply felt and which ended with an incredible, sustained diminuendo. Evoking the more joyous aspects of Jewish life, in "The Hasid Sings", Mr. Socolof and Ms. Francis reveled in the animated dance rhythms: exuberance reigns!
Allowing only a momentary, silent pause after the Engel songs, Mr. Socolof commenced his hypnotic rendering of Gustav Mahler's "Urlicht", most often heard as a contralto solo in the composer's 2nd Symphony. As the program unfolded, I had come to expect more and more from the Socolof voice; but the Mahler surpassed all expectations. I have heard many singers in this poignant song, but there was something so deeply moving about Mr. Socolof's interpretation; he seemed to be singing directly to my soul.
Matthew Aucoin, whose opera
Eurydice has just enjoyed a successful run at The Met, has set three poems of Walt Whitman, and it was with these that the evening came to an end. I've come late to the Aucoin party: this was my first hearing of any of his music. It's easy to see what the fuss is about: he is a truly gifted composer; his music allures the ear and his writing for the voice is thoughtful and most congenial.
In the first Aucoin song, "The Sleepers", Ms. Francis's playing set the mood., and the haunting line "The earth recedes from me into night..." was so dreamily voiced by Mr. Socolof. Deep rumblings from the piano set "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry" on its voyage: so powerfully and poetically sung, this was a mesmerizing, spectacular performance. Mr. Socolof's expansive vocal range was thrillingly displayed in "A Clear Midnight"; truly, no words can do this sort of singing justice. I simply felt so grateful to be there.
A fervent standing ovation greeted Mr. Socolof and Ms. Francis at the close of the concert. They offered a single encore, "People" by Jule Styne, which was beautifully done, though I admit I'd been hoping for something more classic, and preferably in French, so as to savour more of the bass-baritone's way with that most romantic of languages.
We made our way out to the Merkin Hall lobby, which was jammed with music-lovers expressing their delight in what they had just experienced. And then Mr. Socolof and Ms. Francis appeared at the top of the staircase, and were greeted with great affection by the bedazzled crowd. What a great moment!
As the evening unfolded, Mr. Socolof had put me in mind not only of Jose van Dam, but also - for varying reasons - of Dimitri Hvorostovsky and Sir Bryn Terfel (Cardiff's battling baritones), and of the great Wolfgang Holzmair, and of the inimitable Sir Thomas Allen. Reaching further back, there was the hauntingly individual Arthur Endrèze. And then, too, I thought of the late, lamented Sanford Sylvan, whose voice spoke to me in such a personal way. Mr. Socolof seems destined to dwell in their exalted echelon; I simply can't wait to hear him again.
~ Oberon