Word: smetana
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...last week, a towering, bushy-haired young man strode across the stage of Chicago's Orchestra Hall, took his place on the conductor's stand. The applause was cordially perfunctory. But by the time he had led the Chicago Symphony Orchestra through the bouncing overture to Bedrich Smetana's Bartered Bride, Mozart's Symphony No. 38 (Prague) and Leos Janacek's bone-rattling Taras Bulba, Chicagoans were clapping hard. Thirty-five-year-old Conductor Rafael Kubelik, son of the late great Czech Violinist Jan Kubelik, they decided, was a credit to his father...
When he completes his three weeks of concerts in Chicago (where besides music by fellow Czechs Smetana and Janacek he will conduct Countryman Antonin Dvorak's New World Symphony), Rafael will set out again. After an engagement as guest conductor with the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra, he will head back to Europe for orchestra dates in Britain, The Netherlands, Switzerland and Italy. Next summer he plans a tour of South America. By that time, if he decided to settle down, he could be sure of some offers. One job Kubelik admirers in Britain would like to see him take: that...
...music news happens in New York. TIME's story last week of Dr. Gustavus Capito of Charleston, W. Va. is a good example of the kind of coverage TIME's Music department attempts. Dr. Capito used to get a lump in his throat when he listened to Smetana's Moldau. He wondered why some American composer couldn't write as good a piece about the Kanawha, the river that flows through his home town. He offered to pay the conductor-composer of the Charleston Symphony Orchestra $1,000 for the kind of composition...
Music-loving Dr. Gustavus Capito of Charleston., W. Va. used to get a lump in his throat when he listened to Smetana's Moldau. He wondered why some American composer couldn't write as good a piece about the Kanawha, the river that flows through his home town...
...Germans stopped; the Czechs went on clapping stolidly - not cheering, just beating their hands together as if they would never stop. The Germans looked baffled and angry. Finally, Conductor Vaclav Talich held up the score, kissed it and, with an expansive gesture, presented it to the audience. It was Smetana's Má Vlast (My Country}, a cycle of symphonic poems breathing Czech patriotism; its last section tells of a glorious Czech liberation...