Word: tenore
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...They needed a songbird in Heaven, so God took Caruso away" -so runs the catch line of a onetime popular song-a ditty which was scratched from every phonograph, mewed through the sinus cavities of every cabaret tenor who could boast a nose, caroled by housewives at their tubs and business men at their shaving. Before the echoes of the blatant dirge had been quite relegated to that mortuary of all songs - the monkey-organ - certain tenors were beginning to thud their chests in the press. To compare many with Caruso is, of course, absurd. But there are, in Manhattan...
...greatly interpreted by Conductor Bodanzky, heard Frederick Schoor resonantly represent Wotan, Mme. Larsen-Todsen awake with sweet screams in her circle of fire, George Meader shiver with the impotent cunning of Mime, the dwarf. They witnessed, in addition, an accidental and well-nigh tragic incident which concerned Curt Taucher, tenor, who sang Siegfried, favorite of the Gods...
...Tenor Taucher has, it is true, never been the favorite of Metropolitan goers. His acting has been characterized as rococo, his singing as pompous. Yet, in last week's performance, he was singing, acting, better than ever before. The great house warmed to him, he took many curtain calls. In the last act, there was a change of scene in which the stage, masked only by volutes of steam, was transformed from "a wild region at the foot of a rocky mountain" to "the summit of the Valkyries' rock." Taucher, about to make his exit from the former...
Giovanni Martinelli, famed tenor, last week returned to the Metropolitan Opera House, Manhattan, after having been absent, ill with typhoid, for almost three months. When he, as Canio in Pagliacci, drove on the stage in the prescribed donkey-cart, standees, gallery-devils, box-holders interrupted the orchestra to applaud; in a convenient pause, the musicians themselves laid down their flutes, their fiddles, applauded with the audience; when he finished singing the famed aria Vesti la giubba the ovation was taken up again, lasted for five minutes. Martinelli, bowing and bowing, shed tears of gratitude...
...eyes might burst in wonder, for only in Russia could he find such voices as those that enchant or dominate the air of Balieff's Bat. From the piercing shriek of Katinka, through the lyric beauty of the soprano, the sombre resignation of the contralto, the passion of the tenor, the expansiveness of the baritone, to that epitome of Slavdom, the resonance of a Russian bass--all were perfection in every register; a complete organ in themselves, though composed only of the vox humana