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Mozart's Grand Mass in C-minor; Mary Sindonl, soprano, Beverly Morgan, mezzo-soprano, Frank Hoffmeister, tenor, David Evitts, bass, Harvard Glee Club, Smith Glee Club, HRO, F. John Adams, conductor; Mozart's Clarinet Quintet; David Kass, clarinet, Lynn Chang, violin, Kypros Markou, violin, William Eilberg, viola, and Craig Hogan, cello; Sanders Theater...
...auditorium, the Panovs performed on a small, bare platform. The Baltimore Symphony Orchestra played on a raised stage behind them, causing Conductor Robert Zeller to cast uneasy glances across his shoulder to check music-dance synchronization. Temporarily blinded by a megawatt supertrooper rock-show spotlight, Galina lost sight of her husband and missed a lift during the grand pas de deux from The Nutcracker. " 'Where are you, Valery?' I cried to myself," she said later. However, in The Lady and the Hooligan, a Shostakovich ballet, Galina's feathery pirouettes and Panov's dramatic aerial twists...
Last week, while the Composers Quartet was performing in New York City, Conductor Seiji Ozawa and the San Francisco Symphony were playing Carter's granitic Concerto for Orchestra (1969) in the War Memorial Opera House. In March, Pierre Boulez will preside over the world premiere of a new Duo for Violin and Piano at a New York Philharmonic Prospective Encounters concert. At 66, Carter would seem to be in danger of becoming that rare thing in contemporary music, a composer in vogue...
...Cantata Singers and Ensemble, Phillip Kelsey conductor; choral works of Bach and Stravinsky; Sanders...
...still the retreat continues. Last week. President Ford asked Congress for an additional half-billion dollars to prop up the Thieu and Lon Nol regimes in Vietnam and Cambodia; more money to visit more death from the skies upon innocent people. The conductor has changed, the orchestra is different, but the composer, Henry A. Kissinger '50, and the symphony of murder and repression are the same. Yet we sit quietly listening to the strains of death, and our voices are still...