Word: mucked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...joint rehearsal of the Harvard glee Club and Radcliffe choral Society. After the two groups had finished singing Brahms' "Song of destiny" and the Bach motet, "I Wrestle and Pray," Davison triumphantly pulled open the stage curtains revealing Karl Mack, the awesome conductor of the Boston Symphony Orchestra. Muck, delighted with the performance, invited the groups to sing the pieces with the orchestra at the 1917 Pension Concert in Symphony Hall...
Davison still vividly remembers the 1916 "rehearsal" which was in reality an audition for Muck. "When he did come to hear us, we couldn't have him just sitting on the stage. There was a great legend surrounding the man-even members of his own orchestra were terrified of the man, he recalls. But the quality of the chorus impressed Muck just as it has such later BSO conductors as Pierre Monteux, serge Koussevitzky, and Charles Munch. the precedent once established in the 1917 concert, Davison's singers never again found it so difficult to get engagements with...
Once Glee Club members had sung with the Choral society, Davison found it easy to persuade the whole glee Club to start rehearsing with Radcliffe. Until Muck's surprise appearance, no one except Davison thought the two groups would ever give a concert together, but the singers enjoyed rehearsing the songs for mixed voices...
...with Muck, Davison had to find a way to overcome Koussevitzky's prejudice. The task this time, however, was considerable easier. Even before the new conductor arrived in Boston, Davison had decided to have his chorus sing Brahms' German Requiem with the BSO. Monteux had never suggested such an ambitious choral piece, but Davison arranged to hire 60 members of the symphony for two performances of the work in April, 1925. He had planned to conduct these concerts himself, but at the last moment asked Koussevitzky to take his place, maintaining that although he liked to train choruses, he preferred...
...plug the hole with his fist. Fffffttt! His feet go silly on the slimy stuff, and down he slathers. "Helpfllgrrulp!" As he opens his mouth to holler, a stream of sweet bilge hoses down his esophagus. In a matter of seconds everybody in sight is wallowing gloriously in orange muck, and the whole scene looks like nothing so much as a Bruegel landscape dipped in batter. The trouble with Three-Ring Circus is that this scene lasts only two minutes, while the rest of the picture lasts...