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Finale: Maestoso. New York, Carnegie Hall. Wagner's Prelude and Liebestod from Tristan und Isolde begin at the very edge of audibility. Celibidache's pianissimi are courageous, and in them, Eros stretches provocatively. Each intense, chromatic line is achingly detailed, and when the climax of the Love-Death is reached, the effect is shattering. "Music," says Celibidache, "is a meditation. When it is transcendent, it is as transcendental as a prayer." In the concluding Scythian Suite, Celibidache unleashes Prokofiev's panoply of barbaric orchestral splendor...
...dispose of. Murderers do it frequently, with a tub full of acid; even the teeth will go eventually. Ideas are something else, however. Much more difficult to get rid of them. Memories are peculiarly tenacious. Hitler may have discovered as much after the German High Command issued its Nacht und Nebel decree in the western occupied territories, enabling authorities to snatch citizens off the street and out of their homes under night and fog. "The prisoners will vanish without a trace," read the decree. They did not. They were traced in the minds of those who survived. Feelings are still...
Wagner: Tristan und Isolde (Philips). Soprano Hildegard Behrens is a stellar Wagnerian in Leonard Bernstein's incandescent performance of the most erotic of operas...
Singing her first Briinnhildes last summer in Bayreuth, she emerged as one of the dismal production's few saving graces, a Wagnerian of fiery voice and passionate temperament. At the Metropolitan Opera last week, the German soprano solidified that reputation in Tristan und Isolde, harnessing the mercurial spirit of the Irish princess to a voice of raw, almost primal urgency in a finely calibrated, carefully nuanced reading that gave flesh and blood to a mythical archetype. Says Behrens: "I want to make music in its logical context. I sing the beautiful parts as beautifully...
...stoop-shouldered, toothbrush-mustached but magnetic little man bounded out of bed after four hours sleep, soaped his soft flesh with cold water, shaved with cold water, put on his always neat but never smart clothes and braced himself for the third of his encounters with Paul von Beneckendorf und von Hindenburg, Der Reichspräsident...