Word: falla
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...soundproof glass box, hears the music through a loud speaker. One hand guides the orchestra, the other the controls. In a first demonstration last week much of the color of a first hand performance was transmitted to Albeniz's Fête-Dieu à Séville, de Falla's Amor Brujo, Debussy's La Cathédrale Engloutie, Ravel's Bolero. Stokowski will broadcast again on Nov. 16 and on Christmas and Easter afternoons...
...FALLA'S EL AMOR BRUJO, by the London Chamber Orchestra (Brunswick, 2 records, $1 each) - Strange colors, strange rhythms mixed in a seething mass. Many will recognize the Fire Music as that to which La Argentina does her famed dance...
...musicians their reputations are uniquely and indissolubly bound into one. They are the only famed lutanists in the world. Spanish Composers Manuel de Falla, Isaac Albeniz and Joaquin Nin have written music for them. Paris, London, Brussels have applauded their playing. Fortnight ago they made their U. S. debut in Manhattan. Last week seven other cities heard them?Boston, Princeton, N. J., Greencastle, Ind., St. Louis, Lake Forest, Ill., Chicago, Providence. The verdict everywhere was the same: that here are musicians possessed of immaculate technique and a fine, poetic sense of unity. Lutes if played by lesser artists drop into...
...among many notables who applauded Kreutzberg in Manhattan, were German Ambassador and Frau von Prittwitz, Playwright Noel Coward, Actress Beatrice Lillie, Singers Maria Jeritza and Mary Garden, and Mrs. Vincent Astor. They saw a young hairless-headed fellow make swift, strange pictures to music by Chopin, Scott, Wilckens, de Falla, Satie. They saw him clown with Stravinsky and go gibbering mad with Prokofieff. So enthusiastic was Ambassador Prittwitz that he took steps to arrange a recital in Washington. Dancer Kreutzberg and the bright, wispish Georgi will go thence to Chicago, Milwaukee, Pittsburgh, Boston...
...with the clicking of castanets in the wings and the gliding entrance of La Argentina. She was tired and languorous as the sun that used to warm her; she was glittering and remote; she was a primitive thing driving away evil spirits to the fire music made from de Falla's Amor Brujo, snapping her fingers, clucking her tongue; a comic spirit cavorting on a peasant's holiday. She danced without accompaniment, was herself the musician, playing a busy bass with her heels while her castanets turned the tune of a Seguidillas...