Word: c-major
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When embroidering such assumptions, Wolfe rarely sounds serious. Anyone who can describe Jimmy Carter's brand of religious faith as "Missionary lecternpounding Amenten-finger C-major chord Sister-Martha-at-the-Yamaha keyboard loblolly pineywoods Baptist" has not succumbed to ideological portentousness. Yet he clearly is serious−not because he is a closet conservative, but because he is an old-fashioned satirist...
...harmony is finally achieved, it may put an end to discordant, bitonal performances of complex works like Richard Strauss's Thus Spake Zarathustra. When the Vienna Philharmonic played the Strauss tone poem in London a few years ago, the orchestra built up to a tremendous climax, hit a C-major chord and waited for the organ to enter. Enter it did: a half tone flat, since it was tuned to British rather than Viennese pitch...
...shows no sign of decay, even though his repertory comprises 90 roles, 30 of them contemporary and 18 of them recerit premieres. In some ways, this versatility is as much a triumph of brain as of voice. "When word gets around that you can read something other than a C-major scale," he says, "people seem to pigeonhole you. I enjoy it, though. I'd go out of my mind if I sang nothing but Tosca and Traviata." Reardon pragmatically divides compositions into only two categories: music and nonmusic. "Some things I won't do," he says...
Munch also found the concert an irresistible opportunity for resuscitating Symphony Hall's gilded plumbingvia the Symphony No.3 of Saint-Saens, the so-called Organ Symphony. Politely termed "eclectic" in content, the symphony's overall level of subtlety and sophistication is best revealed by the descending C-major scale, played ff by the organ, which brings the work to an appropriate close. The listener is always guaranteed a few nervous thrills; but Friday's performance offered far more. Munch focused the overextended first movement into several overwhelming climaxes, emphasized its contrasts, and even created, amazingly, a genuine air of tragedy...
...even worse, to doubt his own artistic integrity. In 1953, aged 48, he stopped performing. Last week, after twelve years of deeply melancholic self-exile, Horowitz returned to Manhattan's Carnegie Hall. A supremely simple Chopin Ballade and Etude, a crystal fairy palace of Schumann's C-Major Fantasy, a mystical Dostoevskian Scriabin Sonata and Poem-all rolled from his fin gers with the orchestral technique of old, now tempered with a new inner repose. Obviously, he enjoyed himself. His courage clearly was restored...