Word: maestro
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...final trip to Milan's Monu-mentale Cemetery, where three massed choirs sang the famous chorus ("Go our thoughts on golden wings") from Verdi's Nabucco-the same music that Toscanini himself tearfully conducted at Verdi's funeral 56 years ago. Then, without a spoken word, Maestro was placed beside his son and his wife Carla: Section 7, Tomb 184. "Milan and the world of music," reported // Giorno, "knelt at his grave...
...Maestro è morto!" shouted the newsboys in Milan. Everyone understood. To Milan, and to much of the world, there was only one Maestro-Arturo Toscanini. At La Scala, long Toscanini's artistic home, scene of some of his greatest triumphs, a rehearsal for a new opera (by French Composer Francis Poulenc) was hastily called off.. As the musicians went home quietly, one violinist said: "He has gone on golden wings." In Milan's Casa di Riposo, which was founded by Verdi and to which Toscanini contributed, aged singers and musicians started a fast. And at Toscanini...
...lthough Burgin is forgetful in his private life (once he even left his Stradivarius on his commuter train), he has a legendary memory for music. And many times he has saved the situation when a conductor lost his place-by simply playing on until the maestro found himself again. In the words of the late Felix Weingartner, Burgin says: "As long as even one piccolo is playing, we don't give...
...temporarily confiscated his trumpet to prevent an all-night encore. But the hep types filling Royal Festival Hall screamed and stomped for more. (One of the most insistent: the rock-'n'-rolling Duke of Kent.) Unable to calm the wild beasts in order to start the finale, Maestro Del Mar and his boys straggled into the wings. To the more mystified than miffed conductor, Satchmo joyously growled: "Your cats are sharp as needles!" Muttered Del Mar with a shudder: "A shambles...
During a rehearsal of the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra in London, Britain's trigger-tempered maestro, Sir Thomas Beecham, an irascible 77, soothed himself by trying to make music on a sheng, an old wind that few modern Chinese blow good. The cluster of fluty pipes had been presented to Beecham, himself no mean player of the piano and trombone, by touring orchestra members of Red China's Variety Theater...