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...brought up to believe that it is polite to wait until you are asked," Soprano Eileen Farrell invariably replied when people wondered why she had never sung at the Met. The Metropolitan Opera's Rudolf Bing continued to ignore Farrell, either because of misplaced gallantry over her heft (5 ft. 5½ in., 180 Ibs.) or because of her limited operatic repertory. But the snub did not hinder the progress of Farrell's career or silence the critics, who acclaimed her the U.S.'s top soprano. Finally, a year ago, Bing and the Met beckoned, and last...
Though Baker's staging was generally excellent, it was often maudlin in its excesses. Thunder and gales at every mention of the Devil and at every calumniation of religion seems unnecessary. But they were particularly poor when sung by chorus line behind the scenes. Once the chorus showed up on stage (now as corps de ballet) it proved more effective. The girls writhed and groaned about the feet of Lucifer, Belzebub, and Mephistopheles, rendering a vivid picture of Hell...
...This otherwise fine recording of the imperishable operetta classic offers a strange side effect. One moment, the listener is tapping his feet to the most tap-pable of old Viennese waltzes; the next, he is caught up in the English rhymes of I Could Have Danced All Night, sung by Birgit Nilsson, of all people, in ponderous and chesty style. In the midst of the second act party scene, the producers have inserted anachronistic "entertainments" sung by some of opera's grandest names-Giulietta Simionato and Ettore Bastianini wander through Anything You Can Do, Leontyne Price sings Summertime from...
...music would be the best Boston would hear this season, were it not for the fact that My Fair Lady itself is coming later. Memorable songs abound: "Follow Me," sung by Nimue to a failing Merlyn; "C'est Moi," trumpeted by a self-confident Lancelot; and the gloomy "Guinevere," rendered by the ensemble, dressed in subdued, monkish robes and standing in near-darkness...
When "Camelot" is sung again, it is at the end of the play, and the miracle of Camelot, the city of the Round Table, is no more. A desolate Arthur meets a small boy who is imbued with all the good and none of the bad that came of the noble experiment, and who wants to fight for Arthur in the conflict that will dissolve Camelot once and for all. "Camelot" becomes a moving wish for what might have been and a statement of hope for mankind, as Arthur charges the boy to go back home and spread the true...