Word: monteverdi
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...admitted that the Glee Club performs the more "classical" numbers with greater skill than it does Ten Thousand Men of Harvard. This, of course, is attributable to the quality of the music, and it would be ridiculous to sing the Veritas March with the same delicacy necessary for a Monteverdi madrigal. If the football songs are not sung with the highest artistic quality, they are at least rendered with a great deal of spirit...
...Baroque and classical music are also included in the two-hour performance. Praetorius' "Canticum Trium Puerorum" for small and large choruses, brass enable, and organ; madrigals by Hassler killmayer, Marenzio, Monteverdi, and Morley; and three choruses from Handel's Solomon will be performed...
...separately and together, were the Chorus Pro Musica, conducted by Alfred Nash Patterson; and the Festival Brass Ensemble, conducted by John Corley. Both bodies displayed some raggedness, but on the whole performed well indeed. The first half of the program was devoted to 17th-century music by Buxtehude, Purcell, Monteverdi and others; the second half offered 20th-century works by Hindemith, Rachmaninoff, two Harvard-connected composers -- Walter Piston and Daniel Pinkham--and others. The most unusual part of the program came with Jacques Casterede's settings of three proclamations of Napoleon (well narrated by Robert Brooks), winding up with...
Wrote Critic Mario Monteverdi in utter exasperation* at the Fautrier prize: "It is fitting that Fautrier should have won . . . for his are the ugliest, most vulgar, and useless non-paintings in the entire show. Giving him a prize clears the way for a legitimate revolt which, if clamorous enough, might save the Biennale...
...Critic Monteverdi was not the only one to be exasperated; walking up to U.S. Abstractionist Franz Kline (himself a $1,600 prizewinner), Fautrier reportedly told him that his work "stinks." Kline's reply, so the story goes, was a realistic right to the jaw that dumped Fautrier on the seat of his pants...