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Pepusch-Gay: The Beggar's Opera (Glyndebourne Opera Company, with small orchestra conducted by Michael Mudie; Victor; 12 sides; $6.50). Poet John Gay's gusty ballad opera, with tunes of the day (1728) arranged by Dr. Johann Christoph Pepusch, here gets a nearly complete recording. Well sung but mumbly, and Victor has neglected to supply printed lyrics...
...mournful, melodious Mozart Requiem, the lusty John Gay-Christopher Pepusch Beggar's Opera, many another choice piece of music were heard last week in a Southern cotton-mill town. Rarely are such works performed in big cities. Spartanburg, S.C. (population: 32,500) is one of the smallest U.S. cities to support an annual music festival. Thanks to the present boss of the music-jawsome, 43-year-old Ernst Bacon, dean of the music school at Spartanburg's Converse College-in the last two years Spartanburg has heard some resounding sounds: the opera Dido and Aeneas, by 17th-Century...
...festival has no rich backers, no imported stars. In last week's Requiem the tenor soloist was an insurance agent, the baritone a city councilman who is in the sand business. A music-store clerk was the rollicking gangster hero of the 18th-Century low-lives in the Beggar's Opera; his moll was Ruth Ives, Converse voice teacher and operatic production manager...
...Stevens' handling of the strait-laced sonnet form alone shows his power. Another thing to watch is his neat handling of dialogue in verse. He does this in Outside the Hospital. Then, after seeing the metrical artist at work, look at the holy handling of subject matter in The Beggar...
...martyr amid golden fires Cried out: "While Red Knight fought -with Black, The White Lady, with both their squires, Made the beast with double back; And while the great St. Austin preached, So air grew gold with angels' wings, A beggar scratched because he itched; I perish to amend these things, And while in blazing shirt I stand, Priest jostles knave in the dark street, Better to see my burning hand Fall off, and sputter at my feet...