Word: concert
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Friday and Saturday, December 2 and 3, the Glee Club will sing Beethoven's "Missa Solemnis" with the Boston Symphony Orchestra conducted by Koussevitzky. This is a repetition of last year's concert which was unsuccessfully recorded; the recording will again be attempted this year...
...conclusion to the concert, Tschaikovsky's interminable and noisy "Manfred" Symphony is an anti-climax. This work is a series of four symphonic poems intended to illustrate Byron's dramatic poems intended to illustrate Byron's dramatic poem of the same name in three acts, begun in 1816. Those who are annoyed by the program of Berlioz's "Symphonic Fantastique" will find the combination of Byron's story and Tschaikovsky's music even less to their taste. The scherzo, which is mostly a representation of an Alpine waterfall, is very fine and strangely restless in mood, with admirable orchestral effects...
...thunderously in the "grand manner," many of the world's promising pianists were still taking lessons from long-haired Composer-Pianist Franz Liszt. Of Liszt's pupils today, only a few white-haired oldsters survive. Of these survivors only one can still draw a crowd to a concert hall; a stocky, orange-whiskered veteran named Moriz Rosenthal...
Last week old Pianist Rosenthal, 75, celebrated the soth anniversary of this first U. S. appearance. On the exact date of the former concert, November 13, Oldster Rosenthal prowled up to a special gold-lacquered piano in Carnegie Hall, bowed curtly before a tornado of applause, then pounced upon the opening measures of Weber's Sonata op. 39. Concertgoers who had long marveled at Pianist Rosenthal's strength, speed and musical under-standing now marveled at his endurance. Many a great virtuoso of the keyboard has bitten the dust since 1888. But lion-jawed Moriz Rosenthal could still...
...obstacles that have previously prevented publication of Tropic of Cancer in the U. S. is still unclear. This strange book is the work of a 47-year-old expatriate who was born in New York, worked as a tailor, personnel manager, ranchman in California, newspaperman, six-day bicycle racer, concert pianist and who settled in Paris "to study vice." Short, bald, shrewd and bespectacled, with something of the air of a country editor, Henry Miller says he wants to go off the gold standard of literature, to write the things that are left out of books...