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...dispel any pious delusions that the Symphony Hall Holy Week program, presented by the Boston Symphony and the two University choruses, was a sacred one. Neither Bruckner's Te Deum, Wagner's Good Friday Spell from Parsifal nor Faure's Requiem limit themselves to liturgical and theological ends. Their Christianity is a useful vehicle for the composers' larger musical or intellectual notions (if indeed the ideas in the Wagner or Faure are really Christian...
...suspect that the late Archibald Davison, to whom the performance of the Requiem was dedicated, would have frowned on church performance of the Requiem. Its grief is a worldly sort too sensuous and lyrical to fulfill Davison's demand that true sacred music lead the worshipper toward the supernatural without such earthly qualities as lush thirds or pictorial arpeggios. Quite to the contrary, if someone had listened to this concert (especially the Faure) with purely religious intent, he would have had to ignore the greatest beauty and genius of the music...
...sensuousness of the Requiem can easily swamp its melodic simplicity, but Charles Munch and the chorus avoided this pitfall perfectly. Munch emphasized heavily but tastefully the continual swelling and falling of dynamics, and the chorus maintained excellent clarity of voices to give their texture a limpid serenity...
HARVARD GLEE CLUB AND RADCLIFFE CHORAL SOCIETY will swell the ranks of the BSO for the Boston's performance of Gabriel Faure's Requiem. The program also includes Bruckner's To Deum and an Adagio from his string quintet; Charles Munch returns to the podium. Symphony Hall; 2:15 P.M. (Repeat performance SATURDAY...
...parodists still living the most brilliant is deVries, whose only serious weakness is his suspicious fluency. One feels that he could write ten sequels to The Tents of Wickedness in a year, and that hardly seems fair. But "Requiem for a Noun" has a lovely beginning: The cold brussels sprout rolled off the page of the book (by Faulkner) I was reading and laying inert and defunctive in my lap. Turning my head with a leisure at least three-fourths impotent rage, I saw him or rather the reverse, the toy the fat insolent flet and then above that...