Word: instruments
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...rare bird in the Los Angeles aviary is Barbara Winters, 28, who, to produce the needed penetrating sounds from her oboe, must pit her trim 120 lbs. against male fellow oboists who average a burly-chested 200 Ibs. To maintain the exceptional breath control necessary to control her contrary instrument, Winters swims and works out daily at a gym. "It leaves me almost no time for social life," she says. "I'd hate to think what I would do if I were married...
Band-Room Barbs. There is also a longstanding belief among impresarios that for psychological reasons, audiences do not respond so well to women players, because the "conflict and domination" struggle with an instrument is strictly man's work. When attractive Doriot Dwyer was appointed first flutist of the Boston Symphony 14 years ago, one proper Brahmin sent her a package with a letter demanding that she hide her exposed ankles with the enclosed pair of thick grey stockings. She demurred, and at least one Boston man is glad; since the arrival of the ladies, he has taken to watching...
...face of everything, the women can tune up that one eternally winning instrument: charm. When things get tight, as Orin O'Brien explains, "you just smile and give in." No man can cope with that, and what really counts in the end is that the girls can play exceedingly well. "Let the best man in," declares Leinsdorf, echoing the sentiments of most of the profession. "And if the best man is a woman...
...arrived like a gift from Olympus for opera fans who want Msria Callas reborn. Their voices have striking similarities: three-octave range, "white" tone, unflinching attack. But whereas Callas used all her skills and wiles to project a so-so voice, Suliotis is blessed with a strong, clear instrument that never quavers. It will be some time before she matches Callas' artistry, but in the florid role of Abigaille, her "Tomorrow be damned" approach is wonderfully exciting...
From above, it looked like a dirty blanket enfolding the whole northeast. Pilots dipping from crystalline skies prepared abruptly to make instrument landings. In midmorning, motorists inched through the Stygian haze with smarting eyes and headlights ablaze. Skyscrapers were amputated at the midriff. Pedestrians in city streets gasped at the miasmal murk even as newspaper headlines screamed that their next breath might be a dose of poison...