Word: maestro
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...very unfortunate that the maestro should have so prefaced his latest effort. Whatever worth the picture has will suffer disparagement when compared with director's bloated ideals. They needed a Yes-Man in Heaven and God appointed C. B. de Mille...
Harpsichord Mistress Wanda Landowska was soloist last week at a Manhattan concert of the Boston Symphony Orchestra. She tinkled away at a recently composed novelty by Spanish Maestro Manuel de Falla (Concerto for harpsichord, flute, oboe, clarinet, violin, cello), which she had said would be of "austere, aristocratic beauty." All found it muddy; praised her playing of Mozart...
...wrong; that folk art is necessarily good art; that the critic who dares to question folk art commits the unpardonable sin." This is undoubtedly true. Ted Shawn might conceivably do setting-up exercises, claim them as an aboriginal dance, and be hailed has even more of a maestro than...
...very names were pregnant as the curtain of an opera house with musical memories. One. thought of Puccini dying alone in a Brussels hotel while Bohéme was being played in Manhattan and a critic there was writing, "Wherever a fiddle scrapes, his songs are heard. . . ." Of Maestro Fortune Gallo shouting, "I tell you my name is Fortune. . . . I tell you opera will pay. . . ." Of Signer Serafin imposing his electricity on the wavering scores of Metropolitan experiments. ... Of Toscanini throwing down his cello in the Opera House in Rio de Janeiro one night in 1886 to conduct Aida...
...many young college women in the place--and was quite delighted. A study in contrasts--or are they--is always amusing. Especially when two of those burly brothers in blue--the kind that read the Lampoon begin to extract certain indiscrete yeomen from the crowded mist. Oh! for a maestro to paint the Georgian at evening. What a work, what a glorious achievement for any artist. "Aw, come on, big boy, you're wanderin'. Lay off the bowkays. Spring aient here...