Word: wein
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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After moving from one hotel to another for a period of two years, Storyville has finally settled down in a pleasant little cave beneath the Hotel Buckminster. Carefully directed by its founder, George Wein, it has stuck by its original purpose of bringing the best in native music to appreciative Boston audiences...
White finishes his present engagement at Storyville this week, but according to impressario Wein, he will be back before the school year is over...
...through the orchestra to the podium, Bernstein clapped his hands to silence the applause. He removed his sport coat, revealing a white turtle-necked sweater, and there were a few whistles from the balcony. Smiling in a melancholy way, Bernstein announced, "The first number we shall rehearse, (Der Wein, by Albert Berg) is a group of sonnets about wine. In it, wine sings--in German, of course--as the first person: I comfort you, I fill your stomach, and so on." He then introduced the Wine, a black-haired soprano named Patricia Neway, who had poured herself into a black...
Eschewing a baton and beating time heavily with his foot, Bernstein lead the orchestra and Miss Neway through the wandering atonalities of Der Wein. At one point he clapped his hands to stop the Orchestra and called Miss Neway to the podium for a discussion. After mulling over the score for a minute or two, Bernstein turned and told the audience, "If this passage has been unintelligible to you, I can tell you that it was the preceding passage--backwards. We shall play it for you again, just to give you another chance...
After the Orchestra had gone through Der Wein to the conductor's satisfaction, everyone took fifteen minutes out for a cigarette. Then Bernstein returned to rehearse parts of Sibelius' Fifth Symphony. This time Bernstein tailored his gestures to the varied moods of the music. During strident passages he reached out toward the orchestra as if to grab handfuls of sound; during the lighter moments he bounced up and down and flapped his arms like a happy bird...