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...afternoon last week. Chicagoans heard a typical program. Conductor Reiner strode across the stage as the lights dimmed, shook hands with the concertmaster, and mounted the podium. With a concise snap of his baton, he launched the orchestra into a sweet, crisp performance of an 18th century Concerto Grosso by Corelli, a rollicking version of Beethoven's Eighth Symphony and, after the intermission, a whirling reading of the Dances of Galanta by Hungarian Composer Zoltan Kodaly. As the finale swooped to its finish, the crowd gave a startled "Oh!" and burst into heavy applause...
...distraction. "I'm fascinated by it,"he says. With a leave of absence from his chores at Tanglewood promised for this summer, he thinks he may go back to Europe and write a "real big opera." He is quite sure he could resist the distraction of podium and keyboard, , if only because it is harder to,,make flying trips now that the Bernstein menage includes wife, child and governess. The only trouble is, he says, "when you're conducting, you itch to compose, and when you're composing, you itch to conduct...
...lady judge sent them right back up again. "Mrs. Harpstrite is very competent to hear this," she said. "There's no reason to transfer it here." Conciliator Harpstrite was still vexed. "It isn't fair," she cried "She sits down there on her podium and I do all the work. It just isn't fair. I work so hard so many nights and go without lunch all the time and she comes in and has her picture taken and gets all of the glory." She wept...
Arturo Toscanini was back in the U.S. last week after five months in Italy, steaming to get back to his NBC Symphony podium. To his extreme annoyance, he came down with a touch of flu, and his doctor told him he would have to postpone his opening concert this week. At 86, the Maestro still hates to miss a curtain...
...jiggle the tone arm and scratch the records. Evenings on the island, the're would be recorded concerts in his bedroom of music that Toscanini had either recorded or broadcast. He would sit on his bed as the music played, eyes blazing as if he were on the podium, conducting energetically and singing the music to himself. When he came to a particularly affecting passage in Beethoven's Ninth Symphony or his Missa Solemnis, Toscanini sometimes wept openly. Tears rolling down his cheeks, he would sit back and murmur to himself. "I cannot believe it. I cannot imagine...