Word: coventionalism
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Backstage in London's Covent Garden, the 46 young dancers were scared stiff. For one thing, in rehearsals they had found the stage floor rather rough. Said one dancer: "I've never had to darn my toe shoes so much." And the British balletomanes they were to face for the first time were rumored to be even rougher. Wailed 20-year-old Dancer Melissa Hayden: "Gee, my stomach-I'm in real pain. I don't know how I can use my legs. I just want to hunch...
...with the company on the dark day in March 1933 when Hitler's hoodlums broke up Busch's performance of Rigoletto. Soon after Busch left the country, Schoeffler went to Vienna, where he sang throughout the war. Since the war, engagements at opera houses from Milan to Covent Garden have kept him on the move...
...Covent Garden's 24-year-old Producer Peter Brook had warned that his new Salome "is not a production; it's an hallucination." A superconfident, baby-faced wonder boy who likes to shock, Brook had looked for a designer for the Royal Opera House's first Salome of its own since 1936 who could "reflect visually both the cold, fantastic imagery of Wilde's text and the hot eroticism of [the late Richard] Strauss's music." In mustached Surrealist Salvador Dali, he thought he had found his man. Gleefully, producer and designer hatched their plans...
Prokofiev: Cinderella (the Royal Opera House Orchestra, Covent Garden, Warwick Braithwaite conducting; Columbia, 6 sides). The score for the ballet now being performed in Russia and by England's Sadler's Wells (TIME, Nov. 14), and what Russian Expatriate Igor Stravinsky calls "Soviet music-bah!" Completely undistinguished, it sounds more often like so-so Soviet Composer Khachaturian than great Composer Prokofiev. Performance and recording: good...
...home, she is the kind of girl of whom one friend says: "She could fill Covent Garden every night in the week for a year, but she could walk through Picadilly Circus with a neon light around her head without one person saying, "There goes Margot Fonteyn.' " She has a flat just a block from Covent Garden, filled with period furniture ("mixed") and porcelain cats, spends much of her free time with her mother, a striking, silver-haired woman whom Margot and her friends have nicknamed "The Black Queen...