Monday, June 23, 2014

Alex Beard: ‘We create something out of thin air each night. It’s magic’

The Times

 June 21 2014
We are backstage at the Royal Opera House, where a 4x4 is parked outside a plywood council estate — the set of Jonathan Kent’s new production of Puccini’s Manon Lescaut. Scenery, costumes and props are stacked back-to-back on a colour-coded floor (red means moveable platform, green means fixed) in this cultural treasure trove. A singer is wandering the corridors practising an aria while, deep in the Covent Garden labyrinth, ballet dancers are limbering up. “We have three acres of central London real estate,” says Alex Beard, the chief executive, leading us past a portrait of Rudolf Nureyev to his office, where a screen shows the rehearsal taking place on stage. “I go to four productions a week. It’s a private passion rather than a professional obligation.”

Alex Beard, who took charge at the Royal Opera House 

last year, rejects its reputation for elitism
Richard Pohle/The Times

Having trained as an accountant then spent nearly 20 years at the Tate, Mr Beard was seen as an opera outsider when was appointed last year, but he insists that music and dance have always been his great love. “The conventional wisdom about me is visual-arts-bloke-swaps-art-form but in fact it’s lyric-theatre-obsessive-comes-home,” he says.
When Tony Hall, the previous chief executive, announced that he was leaving the ROH to become director-general of the BBC, “Nick Serota [the Tate director] came into my office and reminded me that in my final interview for the Tate, when asked what my life ambition was, I had said I would love to run Covent Garden. This is the most amazing institution.”
His career has never been plotted and planned. “I come from a very medical family and it was pretty clear to me from a very early age that the one thing I did not want to be was a doctor. I made early choices that made medicine as difficult as possible, like studying classics.”
When he was 17 his father died from lung cancer, which left him “wobbling on the rails” for several years. “Losing a parent early on reinforces certain things — that life is fragile and short and therefore to be grasped,” he says. “But I put all of that in a dark box, half-heartedly went through university and got a very mediocre degree. I bumped into Mary Beard [now professor of classics at Cambridge] the other day, who was a tutor, and she said: ‘Yes, I remember you — you set a new low bar in diligence.’” Under pressure from his family, after graduating he spent a year training as an accountant before chucking it in. “I was useless. I didn’t enjoy it at all, the abiding memory I’ve got is counting hovercraft skirts in Dover in a freezing February with a bone-chilling eastern wind.”
Instead he ended up temping, “doing nothing terribly productive” until he got a junior job at the Arts Council. With self-deprecating candour, he explains: “There were a number of restructurings, so filing clerk turned into head of finance.”
One of his roles was to be secretary of the commission of inquiry into the ROH, which only deepened his a lifelong fascination with Covent Garden. “I scratched at the cello as a boy, I used to sing a bit before my voice broke, my mother was a flautist so music was always very much around the family. But the earliest cultural experience that is seared in my mind is being taken by my mother to see The Valkyrie at the Royal Opera House. I was only there because her babysitting options fell through.”
After the Arts Council, he was appointed finance director of Scottish Opera, but turned down the job “because I fell in love — my wife Kate’s life journey is from Northumberland to Notting Hill so two weeks into a relationship, she didn’t want to go to Scotland to be an opera widow.” Almost immediately he was headhunted to join the Tate. “I ended up there for 19 years rather than the five I had in my head when I joined, because unmissable opportunities presented themselves — like making Tate Modern happen. I had a wonderful time there but all the while, this place was bubbling away in my head.”
When he arrived at Covent Garden last September, it did not disappoint. “The fundamentals of what the Tate and the Opera House do are similar — you are creating a platform for the world’s best artists with constrained resources — but the rhythm here is very different,” he says. “Each night you’ve got 350 people coming together to create something extraordinary out of thin air. Although there’s a score, there’s certainly not a formula and it’s phenomenally difficult and all-consuming and magical.”
Harriet Harman, the shadow culture secretary, recently singled out the ROH for criticism in a speech attacking theatre and opera audiences for being too “white, metropolitan and middle-class”. Mr Beard insists she is wrong. “The Royal Opera House — in part because of historic perceptions of opera, in part because of its scale — is a lightning rod. But I just don’t think it is elitist,” he says.
“Earlier this year we had a performance of Carmen where the top-price seats were £20 and we invited people in who had never been to operas before, including traveller communities we work with in Thurrock. There was no sense that this was not for them. Every show you can see for under a tenner, 40 per cent of the tickets are £40 or less, and we have 22,000 members of the student stand-by scheme. Yes at the top end we charge a lot for the central stalls for extraordinary performances, but that’s necessary in order to be able to offer the rest and appropriate because I think if someone can pay, they should. We strive as hard as we possibly can to extend access.”
He is appalled by the suggestion that some female opera singers are too fat. Critics described Tara Erraught, the Glyndebourne soprano star, as “dumpy”, “stocky” and “a chubby bundle of puppy fat”. “I think it was desperately unfair on Tara,” Mr Beard says. “I saw the performance and I thought she sang beautifully. I thought that was completely misplaced.” Ballet dancers have the opposite pressure, with anorexia an increasing problem among young girls. Mr Beard says weight should never be an issue. “If you can dance the role and express the emotions and convince the audience, plus or minus a couple of kilos is entirely irrelevant.”
The ROH has a new healthcare suite for its Royal Ballet dancers, which deals with eating disorders as well as injuries. “We are very conscious of the total welfare of performers.”
The Royal Ballet and English National Ballet seem to have been engaged in a poaching war in recent months. Tamara Rojo, head of ENB, recently said she thought the larger company was being “mean” by taking some of her most talented dancers, but Mr Beard insists a “healthy exchange” benefits everyone. “One is always on the lookout for talent,” he says. “Margot Fonteyn said great companies are also about scattering seeds elsewhere. There’s a whole raft of talent coming through the ranks.” He disagrees with the choreographer Matthew Bourne, who is boycotting Russia in protest at Vladimir Putin’s hostility to homosexuality. In fact, the Royal Ballet performed in Moscow this week. “It’s hugely important to maintain cultural exchange,” the chief executive says. “The only circumstances in which I personally believe a boycott is appropriate is if you are playing to a segregated audience — that’s why quite rightly companies boycotted South Africa during the apartheid era, but I think that’s very different to the situation in Russia now.”
Mr Beard admits he has a “deeply nerdy interest in opera and a zealous enthusiasm for ballet” but he insists he is not a one-track obsessive. A Bob Dylan fan, he “doodles” on the guitar and says: “I play cricket and tennis, I cycle, I cook. I have a catholic approach to life. That’s what makes it worth living.”
His daughter Bessie, 18, is “passionate” about visual arts; his son Alfie, 16, wants to be an oncologist and has recently discovered acting. Their extra-curricular activities have convinced him that education should be about much more than exams. “Do you learn an instrument? Do you have opportunity to do school plays and engage with tip-top cultural experiences? Do you have the opportunity to express yourself and in the process discover who you are? These things are absolutely vital.” He worries that the government’s school reforms have led to a narrowing of education.
“There are a whole string of unintended consequences that are deeply unfortunate coming out of the focus on science, technology, English and maths, at the expense of the arts,” he says. “The Russell Group universities’ move away from interviews has a lot to do with it as well — if they are just focusing on exam results as opposed to the whole person, then school will concentrate on exams. That’s a deeply retrograde step. This country has always been on the trade route not just of goods and services but ideas, and that’s where our future prospects lie. An education that emphasises creative self-expression is every bit as important as being able to be numerate and literate.”
The ROH runs dance workshops for local schoolchildren and courses for teachers on using opera in the classroom, as well as offering apprenticeships in set design, lighting and stage management. Now it is also helping to devise the country’s first BA degree in costume production, linked to a new costume centre at its workshop in Thurrock.
“We are helping to design the degree course. It will be Royal Opera House supported and enabled and the next generation of back-of-house costume workers will train alongside our staff,” Mr Beard says. “It all comes back to first principles. We exist to enrich people’s lives through opera and ballet. That’s about people beyond our audiences.”
Curriculum Vitae
Born October 14, 1963
Educated Manchester Grammar School, Westminster School, King’s College London
Career He worked for a year at KPMG before joining the Arts Council in 1986. In 1995, he became director of finance and administration at the Tate and was appointed deputy director there in 2002. He was on the board of directors of Glyndebourne Productions Ltd from 2008 to 2013. He took up the role of chief executive of the Royal Opera House in September last year
Family Married to Kate Warde-Aldam, a lighting designer, with two children


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(L to R) Stephen Frears, Andy Harries, Sir Ronald Harwood, and Peter Oborne having lunch at The Groucho Club in August 2011 to discuss the proposed feature film about Basil D'Oliveira. Photo by Paul Yule.

Tarry, Tarry Night

A fascinating debate amongst some members has emerged about the digestive effects of Guinness. It is an important discussion, given the increasing old age and Guinness consumption of many members, especially on Tour. It began when one All Star belatedly complained about the captioning of a picture of a tray of Guinness as "7 pints of spastic colon" on the grounds that it is "offensive to disabled people" and "generally unpleasant and disgusting". The blogmaster disputed the complaint, arguing that far from being an offensive term, Spastic Colon is one of the accepted medical terms for Irritable Bowel Syndrome and generally refers to erratic bowel movements – “such as one is pretty well certain to suffer after drinking large quantities of Guinness”. This assertion was based on his own experience and anecdotal evidence, particularly on the Irish Tour. He also argued, perhaps rashly, that this is understood by Guinness drinkers all over the world. Another member, asked for support by the complainant, could not comply and instead wrote: "I can confirm (both from experience and consulting with my surgeon uncle) that [blogmaster] is correct regarding the relationship between irritable bowel sydrome, a spastic colon and 7 pints of the black stuff. Hence the fact that I only drink lager on tour." The complaint appears to have been based on the irrational and fundamentally ignorant fear that other forces might use the term "spastic colon" against the mildly famous complainant.

Internet research demonstrates that "spastic colon" is a perfectly acceptable phrase, but what of the "Guinness effect"? How widespread is it? A fascinating blog site called "IBS Tales. Personal experiences of irritable bowel syndrome" (http://www.ibstales.com/men_and_diarrhea_3.htm) gives a clue, albeit implicitly: "I started a new job in the September of that year meaning I could move back to an area we knew. Things did seem to get a bit better (slowly) and I was not in as much pain. Slowly but surely I started to go to the pub with my team at lunch time, I even dared myself to try a Guinness! Heaven for 15 minutes, hell for three days! But by the November I was OK again, almost back to my pre-IBS days."

On the other hand, the equally captivating fartygirl.blogspot.com (http://fartygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-been-bad-bad-gluten-free-vegan.html) contains the testimony: “The thought of living a life without Guinness killed me. Then I read somewhere that some touchy stomachs can handle Guinness. This is because Guinness is wheat free, made from barley. I drank Guinness and I continue to drink Guinness. It gives me NO problems.”

(Incidentally, if you are doing your own internet research do not be diverted by a website called www.doodlekisses.com as that is about a dog called Guinness which happens to suffer from IBS.)

One member of the Irritable Bowel Syndrome Self Help and Support Group(http://www.ibsgroup.org/forums/topic/74144-alcohol-and-ibs/page__p__121147__hl__guinness__fromsearch__1#entry121147) says: “Guinness can give the most regular drinkers problems the next day also.” And in the website MedHelp (http://www.medhelp.org/posts/Gastroenterology/Re-black-and-tarry-stools--guinness/show/440172), under the heading “Black and tarry stools” a contributor writes: “I have found that drinking guinness causes me to have these foul things. Is this a universal effect of guinness or a possible indicator of something wrong with my insides?” There was no satisfactory response.

Members may also find limited further general insight into the subject on the Poopreport website (http://www.poopreport.com/Doctor/Knowledgebase/beer_and_poop.html). The man who had to shave his buttocks tells a particularly enchanting tale.

All Stars should email the blogmaster with their own experiences (whitecityallstar@aol.com). Their identities will be kept strictly confidential, if that is their wish. This topic could run and run.

Tarry, Tarry Night - addendum

- Mark Jones, whose wife used to be a nurse so knows her stuff, says that the link between Guinness and the gastrocolic reflux is proven.

- The original complainant is sticking to his guns (and perhaps other things) and feels that blogmaster must change the caption - to "7 pints of erectile dysfunction". Well, he should know...



Suitably arty pic of the Tate's dep director Alex Beard - 2011 tour

Athlone again, naturally - 2011 tour

Zoltan the Driver - 2011 tour

Nigel Whittaker 1948 - 2011

Nigel Whittaker 1948 - 2011
Nigel batting at a Victor Blank charity cricket day

Nigel Whittaker meeting Shane Warne, a cricketing idol

The Ruddock Cup

The Ruddock Cup
Purchased at auction Weds 9 June by Bill Coales, to be engraved and then fought over in an annual memorial match between the All Stars and Halverstown CC. Not to be confused with The Alan Ruddock Trophy (see All Stars news). This came from an inspired idea by Jesh Rajasingham and was quickly approved by all others, with much research put in by Alex Beard and Bill Coales.

Flying the Flag

Flying the Flag
Iinauguration of the White City flag, v Kerry CCC, August 2007: b row - J Rajasingham, W Oborne, H Snook, M Shenfield, G Dudley, Local Ringer; f row - T Razzall, W Coales, P Oborne, J Oborne, P Yule.

One from the photo archives

One from the photo archives
The Irish Tour line-up 1988 - (back) Shwab C, Beard T, Oborne P, Ruddock A, Shwab P, Coyle J (front) McCrystal D, Beard A, Stevenson P, Kiely J, Pressley C

More from the archives

More from the archives
Beautiful Mount Juliet

Cricket Tea

Titch: "This rhubarb tastes funny..."

Tim Kavanagh and Oborne P

Stevenson and Beard A in the tour bus

Rathmore

Rathmore
Ruddock (centre) with Stevenson and Beard, Rathmore 2008

Rathmore

Rathmore
Ruddock (left) with Coales, McCrystal, Stevenson and Yule, Rathmore 2008

Drenagh

Drenagh
Drenagh, Co Derry, 2009. Back row - Roger Alton, Martin Shenfield, James Jones, Bill Coales, Joe Saumarez Smith, Paul Yule; middle row - Danny Alexander, Conolly McCausland, Peter Oborne (capt); front row - William Sitwell, Will Middleton, Alex Kelly