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...ARTUR RODZINSKI Rome...
...perquisite Cadillacs, the fawning headwaiters, the fluty dowagers, the company of fame. He is brash and often tactless. He suffers from what was once described as a pre-Copernican ego, i.e., seeing the whole world revolve around him. The condition was described by his onetime mentor, Conductor Artur Rodzinski, with an expressive Jewish word that means cheek, nerve, monumental gall. "He has hutzpa," says Rodzinski, and illustrates what he means with the story of how Bernstein, a mere 35, dared to conduct Beethoven's sacrosanct Ninth Symphony with the great Santa Cecilia chorus in Rome. "And he had the nerve...
Prokofiev: Suite from The Love for Three Oranges (London Philharmonic Symphony Orchestra conducted by Artur Rodzinski; Westminster). A luscious performance of some of the late master's wittiest notes, including the pompous march (ironically made famous by its use as the theme for radio's FBI in Peace and War). One of Westminster's plush "Laboratory Series," it comes in a heavy-plastic zipper envelope and is premium-priced. The sound is very good indeed...
Peaceful Salons. Rodzinski dickered with Leeds, and last March Florence got busy. The festival commissioned ten sets, five of them elaborate"; and an Italian translation. Rodzinski tricked up musical interludes to connect a series of five short scenes in Act I. The countryside was scoured for singers willing to tackle an unfamiliar score. Total cost: close to $400,000. When Milan's La Scala (and the Soviet Embassy) protested, the Florentines retorted that Russia does not adhere to the International Copyright Convention-and kept on working...
...this act was light and tuneful, almost in the style of French or Italian chamber music. The other two acts turned warlike, and their music was richly Russian. At the end of Act II, a powerful chorus of defiance was chanted while Moscow burned in the background. Says Rodzinski: "The best thing Prokofiev ever wrote...