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...warm admiration of her top notes. Her agent hastily explained, his client hastily accepted, and this week, Kiri Te Kanawa, originally from New Zealand and lately of the Royal Opera, will let her shimmering soprano loose on a three-minute anthem by Handel. She will be accompanied by a trumpet soloist and 95 other musicians drawn from three orchestras in which the bridegroom has taken a particular interest...
...social-climbing instinct--then hops down, nods furtively and scurries by the legs of the audience with some submissive mutters of "excuse me." The moment when the jealous Count gives Cherubino an army officer's commission to remove him from the scene--immortalized by Mozart in his mock-heroic, trumpet-and-drum aria "Non piu andrai..."--Epstein appropriates for a bit of grisly realism: Figaro grabs Cherubino by the shoulders and shakes him into an awareness of the horrors...
DIED. Edward (Eddie) Sauter, 66, trumpet-playing jazz composer and arranger who during the 1930s and 1940s contributed deft, harmonically venturesome scores to many top swing bands, notably that of Benny Goodman (Clarinet á la King, Benny Rides Again), then teamed up with fellow Arranger Bill Finegan during the 1950s to form the innovative Sauter-Finegan orchestra, which used unusually diverse instrumentation to recast such tunes as Moonlight on the Ganges, April in Paris and The Doodletown Fifers; of a heart attack; in Nyack...
Boom! As soon as the casket emerges, a bass drum shot shatters the air. The dirge-playing band leads the way up the road toward the cemetery, then separates from the casket. At first it retraces its route by drumbeat alone. Then the trumpet screams forth, the drummers swing out, belted choruses of The Second Line assail the sky. The crowd, most of it, becomes a blur of fidgeting feet, twisting torsos, bobbing heads. A corpulent man in an orange shirt spins and dips. An elderly woman executes a scampering step with the help of her cane. An open-shirted...
...worried so much about political survival. Perhaps Carter, too, heard voices from the past, like that of Muriel Humphrey in her last days as wife of the Vice President. Standing in the White House foyer beside her husband, who had been denied the presidency, she listened to a trumpet fanfare, and with a melancholy twinkle she leaned over and whispered, "Damn...