Word: liszt
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...hall to drive a tractor around in, and the crowd dwindled further at intermission. It wasn't that Conductor Kiril Kondrashin had given a poor concert; it was just that the exuberance of Mehta, his orchestra, and Negro Pianist Andre Watts's performance of a Liszt concerto were a hard act to follow...
...salons in Newport's stately mansions, the offerings included chamber and vocal music by operatic composers, excerpts from other unfamiliar 19th century operas (including the "other" La Boheme, composed by Ruggiero Leoncavallo only months after Puccini's), and a program of knuckle-breaking operatic paraphrases by Franz Liszt, played by Guest Pianist Raymond Lewenthal...
...Nelson Gallery of Art, a stage festooned with candelabras was the setting for a recital of faded favorites by such composers as Rossini, Liszt and Chabrier. On the Liberty Memorial Mall, an old-fashioned fireworks display climaxed a promenade concert of orchestral chestnuts (Suppé's Poet and Peasant Overture, Strauss's Blue Danube). All over town last week-from century-old French costumes and sketches at the public library to art nouveau table settings at Halls department store-the style was redolent of the era of the potted palm...
...tour left time for the travelers to explore on their own. In Warsaw, two or three visited a Polish university center for a three-hour talk with some of the students. In Budapest, on the tenth anniversary of the Hungarian revolution, some of the tour members heard Liszt's moving Coronation Mass sung at historic Matthias Church, where the Hungarian kings were once crowned. There was time for a boat trip up the Danube, a visit to a Polish supermarket, an inspection of new apartment houses in Belgrade, and a visit to a Rumanian machine-tool factory...
Allegretto Con Amore. It is as if Liszt or Paganini had returned from the grave. Everyone in the hall's 2,760 seats rises and gives the 61-year-old pianist a standing ovation before he has played a note. He rushes to the piano and begins. The lean, intense face seems to exhale a melancholy all its own, but the fingers are as joyous as they were in the old days. The Chopin sings; the opaque, psychedelic visions of Scriabin are somehow made lucid. A critic calls him still a monarch. His wife is overjoyed...