Word: faune
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...from Aida, beyond another hedge a section of cellos rehearsed the minuet from Beethoven's Symphony No. 8 in F Major. In the Music Shed on the greensward a Brazilian conductor, who spoke no English, sign-signaled a student orchestra through a too-briskly gaited Afternoon of a Faun. Koussevitzky observed: "Maybe fine conductor for Brazilian music but he needs to be teached to change approach for European music." In Tanglewood's garage, a 40-member four-part chorus, struggling through a Hindemith chanson, was having soprano trouble. Conductor Robert Shaw pleaded: "No, girls...
...wartime record-he put on shows for Wehrmacht officers during the occupation, and had been jailed as a collaborationist. Then, probably because he thinks of himself as the one man who can fill Nijinsky's pink tights, he had chosen to appear in the narcissistic Afternoon of a Faun, the ballet which combines almost everything that most non-balletomanes dislike about ballet...
Last week, when the curtain went up in London's Cambridge Theater, 41-year-old Serge Lifar, fit as ever but fatter, lay prostrate on a rock, in the faun's familiar costume: spotted, close-fitting tights, and naked from the waist up. Debussy's gentle, reedy music was lost in a balcony din of hisses, boos and catcalls. Someone yelled "collaborator" in French; a more irreverent Britisher in the gallery called out "hot dog!" As Lifar picked up a scarf to caress it (it was left behind by a wood nymph) a well-timed whistle split...
...Jupiter") Symphony; Beethoven's Fifth; Brahms's First; Schumann's Third ("Rhenish"); Shostakovich's Fifth; Cesar Franck's Symphony in D Minor; Richard Strauss's Till Eulens pie gel's Merry Pranks; Stravinsky's Petrouchka; Debussy's Afternoon of a Faun...
...favorite headgear. On Fifth Avenue he wore a red waistcoat embroidered with headless bodies and bodiless heads. He built himself a magnificent bathroom, decorated it with a tile which showed Woollcott on the toilet seat. His language matched his man ners. He would say to a guest: "You faun's rear end, I hoped we'd seen the last of you," or "Here's our withered harpy back again." "Thank you, you mildewed sheeny," was his way of acknowledging help from Dorothy Parker...