Word: concerte
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Time was you could write a review of the Harvard-Radcliffe Orchestra without attending a concert. The violins would be out of tune, the clarinets would screech, and the strings and winds would cheerfully experiment with the tempo. No more: or at any rate, a lot less. The HRO still has its persistent problems--most distressingly, an inability, especially among the winds, to play really softly--but last Saturday's concert showed that the orchestra is getting there...
Leon Kirchner will direct a concert of music by Stravinsky, Bach, Kirchner, and Schoenberg at 8:30 p.m. tonight at Sanders Theatre...
Unbearable Teas. At first glance, Serkin looks more like a folk-rocker than he does like a concert pianist. His hair is modishly shaggy, his dress casually disheveled, his talk typically teen. "It's difficult to be an American these days," he sighs, "especially a young one. There's a whole generation running things who lived through the most terrible times in history-wars, the bomb, tensions, heading for disaster. I think everybody's pressing down on us-on the young people-as a substitute for solving problems, as a release from tensions...
Though Serkin talks like a sorrowful rebel, he is a shy, reserved lad whose most burning concern at the moment is simply growing up. It has not been easy. His father, aware of the rigors of the concert life, never encouraged him to become a musician. But in a family that rewarded the children with a nickel if they could sing a pitch-perfect F sharp first thing each morning, Peter's future was certainly predictable.* "I first thought of being a composer," he says. "Then I thought about conducting. Then, gradually, I became resigned to being a pianist...
...which he describes as a "cave"; it is cluttered with books, 3,000 recordings, hi-fi equipment, and huge pop posters of Frankenstein and the Beatles. He has lately developed a passion for the "rugged primitivism" of rock 'n' roll, recently turned up at an avant-garde concert to play his Bachian treatment of the Beatles' song Yesterday. Attired in the accepted uniform of Hans Brinker cap and rumpled corduroy jacket, he goes to Greenwich Village to hear shockrock, stays up half the night in the coffeehouses discussing philosophy and the merits of LSD. "The only reason...