Word: offenbacher
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...seems more redolent of old mothballs than Old Master. Yet the brightest hits of the current music season in West Germany are two small relics of 100 years' neglect that have been resurrected by the sophisticated, experimental Hessische Landestheater in industrial Darmstadt. Germany's new discovery: Jacques Offenbach...
...House students reacted strongly last night to the introduction of piped-in music at dinner. The trial program of music, approved by the House committee, consisted of an album entitled "50 Great Moments in Music," and included excerpts from Tchaikovsky's Symphony #6, Sibelius' Finlandia, Beethoven's Emperor Concerto, Offenbach's Parisienne, and Chubby Checker's Let's Twist Again...
...kinds of good things must be said for the present production. It is a delight, especially in the pocket-sized theatre of the Hotel Bostonian, decked out in appropriate Gallic style. With Offenbach in the background and designer Robert Wells' curtain a la Toulouse-Lautrec, it out-Montmartres Montmartre, all very pleasantly. The excellent staging of director Alan J. Levitt--who, by the way, is obviously well acquainted with the French touch--overcomes the problem of space, which could be acute if any of his fine company were claustrophobic. And it is a fine company. Robin Ramsay, as La Brige...
Midway in Jacques Offenbach's frothy operetta La Perichole, a trapdoor opens slowly onstage; from the depths of a subterranean dungeon emerges a doddering old prisoner. He has been digging through various walls for twelve years, and now he is ready to escape. He lasts no more than four minutes onstage before he is forced to flee through the trap again. But to Offenbach fans at Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera, the sequence is one of the comic highpoints of the evening. The man responsible: Italian-born Tenor Alessio de Paolis (pronounced: Pow-o-lees...
After a short halftime, the Princeton club returned with some folksongs and three choruses from Offenbach's La Vie Parisienne. Except when their thin-voiced, quavery soloists spoiled things, the Tigers sang these raffish songs pretty well. But I suppose that music about well-pomaded young men-about-town was rather congenial to them...