Word: tempoed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sent in anonymously), the judges picked Sinfonia Sacra, by Ramiro Cortés.* Last week, in Manhattan's Carnegie Hall, Conductor Mitropoulos played Cortés' work with the Philharmonic-Symphony. Its first movement (Kyrie) was a slightly stolid development of an oId Mexican tune in slow tempo; its second (Sanctus) was as reedy and antique sounding as a drafty baroque organ; its finale (Dies Irae), driven by busy motoric rhythms, included some fine furious flights of imagination and a paraphrase of an ancient Gregorian Dies Irae...
Concerts of old music tend to elicit in the performers a misplaced picty that results in a persistently dragging tempo. With the sole exception of a 12th-century hymn to St. Magnus, no piece on the program suffered in this respect...
...first real solo concerto for keyboard, owing to the general prominence and the extended cadenza allotted to it. McIntosh's runs were as even as pearls, and he exerted admirable dynamic restraint throughout (his versatility even extended to playing the horn in the other works). The initial orchestral tempo was sluggish, but McIntosh picked it up in his cadenza and Greenebaum kept it for the closing tutti. The slow movement, for the soloists only, should have had, to be authentic, a cello doubling the bottom line...
...first time, after many years of waiting. Italy has a government willing to pass from the defensive to the offensive in this fight against subversion," said Rome's 11 Tempo. The Cabinet announced one project after another: an extensive public-works program to alleviate Italy's chronic unemployment, a big housing program, a new income-tax law providing six-month prison terms for Italy's notorious tax evaders. But after ten months in office, Premier Mario Scelba's government has failed to get even one of its major proposals enacted into law. In Rome...
...woman deposited her mink coat and shawl on a stage table, set up her metronome, covered her shoulders with a sweater, and sat down at the concert grand. For the next two hours she worked from page to page of Beethoven's "Waldstein" Sonata, starting at dead-slow tempo, one hand at a time, working up to half tempo, patiently repeating certain figures again and again, uncovering little melodies hidden in the passagework, testing the spaces between chords for the precise measure of silence. Finally, humming cheerfully to herself, she went back and played it up to tempo, pouring...