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Musician, band hooker, cattle breeder, antique collector, real estate investor, holder of a seat on the New York Stock Exchange-Jules Caesar Stein, 70, has made money in all those roles. To say nothing of founding the Music Corp. of America and parlaying it into a $300 million music-movie-TV empire. Not surprisingly, he never found much time to work at the profession he trained for: ophthalmology. But last week Dr. Stein made amends...
...laid bare the ugly infighting in the C.D.U. Of the leading Christian Democratic politicians, only Foreign Minister Gerhard Schroder really rallied to Erhard's side. Most of the others seemed poised, in the words of Erich Mende, like "Brutuses waiting to strike down the Chancellor's Julius Caesar." Some seemed happy to make the coalition rebuilding job as difficult as possible...
Forrester confesses that she accepted the role in Julius Caesar because Handel is a special favorite. Her first date with her husband-to-be followed a performance of Handel's Messiah in which she was one of the soloists. Says she: "Ever since, Whenever we hear the Messiah we say, 'Listen-they're playing our song...
...York City Opera's opening production of Handel's Julius Caesar last week was just minutes old when Contralto Maureen Forrester fixed hand to forehead, shuddered "Woe unto me," and fainted dead away. Contralto roles are like that, full of weeping and despair, the tragic counterweights that support the romantic leads. Forrester, making her U.S. operatic debut, flawlessly performed the role of Cornelia, effortlessly pouring out great billows of plum-shaded singing that served as a lush backdrop for the vocal scrollwork of the other principal singers. Where they thrilled, she caressed. Predictably, the heaviest applause went...
Opera is enjoyable, she says, "but I could have sung six concerts in the time it took to rehearse Julius Caesar." In a recital, the rich tonalities of her deep velvet voice come to full bloom, lending breadth and a somber ecstasy to a Mahler song, a wry twist to a Hugo Wolf lied...