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GREAT MUSICIANS
FIRST GROUP
GREAT MUSICIANS
BY
CHARLES
D.
ISAACSON
INTRODUCTION BY
LEOPOLD GODOWSKY
FIRST GROUP
D.
NEW YORK
1929
Copyright, 19 1 8,
D.
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BY
Bom &
LiVEEIGBT, ISC.
DEDICATED TO
MY WIFE
WHO
FIRST
PREFACE
is such a place as the Land of the Beyond,
immortals of music doubtless have gathered
there
IFthe
conclusion about
this, their
self-appointed latter-day
Boswell.
I
if it is possible to see
man
in
and
in the
comments of
his
little
make
it
As a matter of
in such a
way
fact I
may
articles
be disre-
Preface
Vlll
garded, permitting
them
Dr. Humphrey, of
ills.
know
railroad
have never had the fortune to
operators intimately, and I have no particular sympathy for the railroad-operating business. If I were
to live for some months with a set of men whose enI
tire lives
am
sure
that I
in
rest
of
The
my
days.
reason that so
many
and environment. In my work of bringing concerts to hundreds of thousands of people I have discovered that the most outspoken skeptic becomes an
ardent music-lover, imder this process of introducing
the
human
element.
It has
Preface
infinite source of
IX
thrills
and
starts.
"The music that a man writes is only the reflection of his own life, ambitions, hopes and failures,"
I have said.
"When you know his life, you have
the clue to the significance of his music."
With
a premise, with face to face articles as the
I have asked audiences to interpret music
this as
medium,
for
me
set at
iji
their
own way.
excite the
work,
is
ling has
that
it,
is
Kip-
another story.
These
articles
audiences; then
serious
an undertaking.
Each
ter's
is
miserably
have tried to put no words into a characmouth which were not taken from some actual,
scant.
were not
instance
justified
it
by
has been
co-related evidence.
my
In every
conceive
it.
For
instance,
Mendelssohn
is
to
me
Preface
edy
Rossini
is
morbid trag-
is
philosopher; Chopin
gret;
spirit.
bered evermore
music of the
The book
when
man
is
is
the
name
is
heard.
No academic method of
grouping has been attempted. In fact that style has
been religiously avoided, although the entire series,
weaving all facts together, gives a comprehensive
following one another.
have
who
are responsi-
wade through
am
York Globe my
have given
me and
Preface
artists
of to-day
who have
aided
XI
me
Charles D. Isaacson
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
XIY
INTRODUCTION
BY LEOPOLD GODOWSKY
THE
Henry Ward
"Matty" the
Beecher,
human
John L.
Sullivan,
hang
their
names to a
set of qualities.
Americans want to know what goes on underneath the skin of folks ^not the scandal, but the real
My good
friend, Charles
D.
idea.
it
gether hundreds of thousands of lay audiences, administer heavy doses of classic music without giving
But the
his listeners mental indigestion, is a feat.
way
he did
it
is
just the
same
Introduction
xvi
whether
it's
under discus-
sion.
human
beings
off the shelf, dust them, spruce them up, and breathe
life into them so that for a brief space of time they
They go
actually reenact their former existence.
through it all over again. "If I had my chance to
live again," some have said, "how differently I might
act," but Isaacson doesn't give them the opportunity
to be good. As they were, they are.
How my friend did it, I don't know. I'm sure
Then,
he's not as old as his most ancient subject.
too, nobody ever wrote anything just like this be-
what they
thousands.
The same
inspiring
way
Introduction
of the past has been preserved,
genius of to-day.
I
commend
xvii
possible with the
is
Amer-
see that a
it
mean?" Now,
man
in
himself breaks
grand operawell
Opera
that
and
tells
of the
That
violin
first
opera house.
moving about
you
see
The
air is astir
there,
The
citi-
sure as life.
with
name
the
is
with awe.
except that
now
I
his ro-
wish
had
Leopold Godowsky.
GREAT MUSICIANS
FACE TO FACE
WE
are to
WITHMUSIC
sadors that
it
cellent thing
Golden
We
Fleece.
we
life's history.
is,
an empty
times smiling
We look
smile.
Here
am."
the
woman
is
an impostor.
"Follow me
we pursue into the forest depths. An Indian tribe are doing their war dance.
"Follow me," she says, and through jungles and
her heels
over plains,
up
us,
never stopping
to breathe.
Europe.
Face
Music
Face with
to
A coquette,
rily to the
did
gay
we say? Indeed
Aye, indeed, a
like a moveDemon-like, fiend-like,
strains of Sullivan.
and taunting us
Mascagni?
Hark
the chimes
is it
The chanting of Depres! She is transformed at the very first note. Her eyes take on a
heavenly beauty
"Follow me," she sighs, and out into the meadows
of Mozart, past the red roses of MacDowell, close
by the rippling rills of Mendelssohn, she floats on
the wings of the spring day. Her garments, like a
rainbow, reflect the myriad dancing hues of a DeHandel
She
is
gone
the
dim horizon a
figure
comes toward
us.
Face
to
Brum-
Now,
jester-
Now, he
veritable
personification
of
Strauss.
Bach.
"Follow me," he
Philosophy is written on his face, deep anguish and world-old sorrows are cast in his features
Beethoven resounds.
"You wish to know who I am and what I am,"
says the man as he seats himself humbly before us,
and holds a child upon his knee. The night time has
come on apace. It is dark as jet. The man has
voice.
man.
Music. I was born before the universe was
character of the
"I
am
conceived.
it
I shall live
am
Creation.
the sister of
I
am
Time and
the han,dmaiden of
Face
to
Music
Face with
man and
the
woman,
the man.
am
in the
am
heard in the
mother's lullaby, the schoolchildren's games, the
lover's wooing, the wedding ceremony, in wars, in
peace, in commerce, in rivers, in religion, in lust, in
hate, in affection, in sorrow.
am
everywhere and
anywhere.
altars of peace
warmed
their hearts
"Who am
I,
what
am
I?
This
is
my
answer,
then:
"Go
be
only and
!"
PAROVHACt
BEETHOVEN
II
IMPENETRABLE are
How
could you
sublime heights?
The
and gaze
at
The raging
il-
still
storms,
Face
to
human
im-
port.
how much
He
it
me
it
an-
all
sible.
nicely dusted,
is
his kitchen
permit
me
it
would look
cleaning up,
like this.
he cooks everything
there
himself; he won't
he eats is easy
He's not a bit well; his deafness is
to help him.
enough to cook.
The
Over
little
absolute
^he
and
his
nephew, the
liberty.
She
much."
We can
when he pauses at
first landing for breath, and by the way he slows
up, that the last steps tire him almost completely.
He does not see us as he enters the room but we
behold him with awe. He is little, just five feet five
up
the
two
flights.
tell
the
any shock.
He is dressed in a light blue frock coat, with yellow buttons; underneath is a white waistcoat and
sackcloth. But both coat and waistcoat are unbuttoned and show the signs of long wear. The whole
appearance is untidy one can tell that the coattails are heavily weighted with something
^probably
books.
("He
His hat
is
a gray
felt,
it's
useless to
him now.")
forehead.
his hat
and
The hands
9
at
sits
are hairy
What a face
cleft.
what pent-up
nance.
hesitatingly to
"What's that?
mean
day.
that boy.
of the room.
"I cannot talk. Speak louder; I am deaf. I cannot talk with anybody," he says to us.
move forward and hand a paper to the Master.
We
He
it
his
den," and on his stem face a very human smile apshowing two rows of sparkling teeth. "You
pears,
10
Face
to
ter
I will
won over.
know your own
"We
want
to
people.
of
ii
I'm deaf.'
"Here
which
theless resounds in
my
down
the
man might
any living
that I
play
it.
Sometimes
I sigh
instrument to
makes joyous
my
spiritual existence.
"To go out
cratic.
ing, shoving,
is
fighting
me dead
at a stroke?
"The
first
be heard.
Is it
Face
12
to
is
to be ren-
We
was when
It thrust
it
him
excluded,
it
from which
chained him
down
all sunlight
it
exiled
was the
great-
him from
life
was
it
gift
powers.
and
"You
"No;
it is
Beethoven in the lightning that zigzags around the world; in the elements; in the mountains.
It is Beethoven in the surge and flow of the
ocean, that rolls and sweeps for thousands of miles,
accents.
It is
Face
that drags
to
down
13
reefs.
"You
content.
At
many happenings
of his career.
"My boyhood picture ? A stolid-faced boy, awakened from his sleep on a bed as hard as board,
dragged downstairs and out to the inn by a drunken,
dissolute father, made to play at the piano for tipsy
revelers.
"My
grandfather,
He
early days.
My
Face
14
to
will
world.'
salary, writ-
I couldn't
it.
"That
I said,
is
what
finally happened.
Face
to
15
later
ture.
"You
Yes, you
pauses.
"Oh,
When
I think
l6
Face
to
how it happened,
am mad.
early beatings
days
by
my
all contributed.
ruined like
this.
Face
tent on
to
what he
him on
when
17
she taps
"What's that?
The landlady
What's that?
What
is
it?"
you !"
Without
rushes out,
Beethoven
So ended the
and nothing
That
little
man
man who
whose broad shoulders made him the image of strength, he was merely
the mouthpiece of that Beethoven, the master of all
the music which, in its turn, is the mouthpiece of the
stood five feet five inches
tall,
universe.
Or was
it
Or,
"Which
is
Moonlight Sonata'?"
Or, "Is
it
18
Face
'Eroica
to
Symphony'
"What is
is
the story of
Napoleon?"
Or,
Do
you
Important
JMENDELSSOHN
III
JTwhen
19
20
frame.
A man
lily,
yet sug-
victory
Nurtured
in all
and living.
the bosom of the wealthiest family
^just life
in
Hamburg,
Face
to
of the
modest thankfulness.
turns
its
The budding
rosebush
inspira-
tion!
"I cannot describe how my music came," the com"It has been
poser said, in answer to our query.
utterly a part of myself. Did I but meet the poet
my
lips
series
of
22
smile of
my
on
"See
how my
and
call of
travels aided
my
my
roadway
my singing.
inspiration.
My
in all
its
majesty, in all
falling, crashing
I wrote
down
My impressions of Italy
were done in my
Symphony.' The shining sun and the marching pilgrims were before me as I wrote it. How else
might I have written it?
to home.
'Italian
"When
is
because I want to
surging through
me
Face
to
That
ing at
put
little
it
my
heart
that's what made me write
alongside of some deep book of Moses
it.
Men-
my grandfather,
think.
don't feel
it
myself.
Bach,
enjoyed interpret-
Palestrina, Cherubini,
"Long before
from
my
'Midsummer Night's
Overture.'
"I was just tingling with the music of Shake; Puck came winking to me, Titania
speare's phantasy
24
Face
to
and
optimism of Men-
delssohn.
The
principal works of Mendelssohn are: String QuarCapriccio Brilliante, Songs without Words, Con-
tettes,
Important books about Mendelssohn: Biographies by Lampadius, Benedict, Devrient, Hitler and Hensel. Interesting references in works of Horsely, Wolff, Shatton and
Daniel Gregory Mason.
CHOPIN
IV
THE
home.
a few
Grouped about
Thompsons were at
room were
a comer Potjes, the
the sitting
friends, while in
hesi-
tated, as if abashed.
I
scenes
where
25
26
Face
to
the pianoforte,
Chopin.
See that gentleman sitting back there, in the inner
there, right past the alcoves? That pale, sadfaced esthete, that sickly, beautiful-faced knight of
room
melancholy
That is Chopin.
Oh, what a conflict rages beneath that quiet ex!
terior
^what
passions,
what
and
delicate
loves,
What poems
of exquisite
What
bitter,
damning, roar-
ing pseans of hate have issued underneath the flashing of those pitying eyes.
The sphinx
is
"You
will play
now," the
hostess
him.
"A
little
is
On
whispering to
for to
him
the
but few occasions has he been able to arouse his courage to give
public recitals. Only in homes like this, with a few
chosen intimates in a quiet, restful, darkened room
will he permit others to hear him at the keyboard.
Oh, to have been the little statuette which stood in
his studio
and overheard, when he was all alone,
the truly personal manner in which he caressed the
sight of an audience
notes.
is
painful.
Face
to
27
A nocturne
forth
by
fingers,
ancient instrument?
fall-
We
lights
no longer
see the
When
man
^great
colored
rainbow of melody
memory.
dise.
If
Hamlet was
28
Face
to
The
story
is
man
how
the old
read
my music,"
tures
"This
is
and immediately the beautiful feawould grow grotesque and ugly. Once in a
would
us.
Pace
waxen
to
29
which
shadows
filled with
in the indistinct
on the
light
ceiling
quiet and, to
at the piano,
improvising
the
No
of
my
beloved country.
gret,
always
regret.
ask
me
The
am
not
public intimidate
30
Face
to
abasement.
It
is
people externally.
asked him.
he whispered.
How
beautiful
it is.
How
very beau-
Again, again.
"When I am gone,
who
love me.
Bury me
in the cemetery
Face
Go
back to
loved her."
to
Warsaw and
let
31
M. Walker
Cook,
GRETRY
^salute to
Frater-
"I
am
a man,
my
friend," he said,
32
Face
I
am
a musician.
have humor
was
to
^you are
no musician!'
33
'You
Perhaps he
right."
If you are a
woman, young
or old, instantly
you
adored him.
friend,
"Oh,
even the
speech
and those who know will tell you that he
came near to that state of perfect amenity, and so
doing, lost his immortal opportunity to please only
But
see the
man,
complacent,
man,
man
He
was living
in his place in
Montmorency-^the
34
Face
to
atmosphere.
First he told us
some of
C minor
is
major
pathetic.
is fine
is
suited
the bassoon
is
lugubrious.
Then
flute is tender,
and
G"
and
so on he
grows fidgety
and nervous, and wonders where the distinction between sane reasoning and insanity is to be found.
Politely we attempt at various pauses to change
the subject of conversation.
But he doesn't catch
goes, for a long, long hour, until one
We don't want to hear his thebut something about himself. At last he exhausts what he set out to say, and is ready for the
next chapter.
"I have had a very eventful life, my friends
there could be books and books written about me.
From the day when my father took his first peep at
my face, way back in Liege, and glanced over toward
my mother, saying, 'A great man' I have never for
the cue, so to speak.
ories,
Face
one
to
35
body
lution !
my
see
are
eyes
pretty notes,
to see
the pot,
investigated
splashed into
It was
why. I
kettle boiling.
five
That's
hot water
my eyes
Sure
I
would him
home of
upwent
on
I
see
right
We
He
tered the
en-
never looked
writing austerely, as if
we
weren't
there.
Finally I gathered up courage to ask what
he was writing. 'An oratorio,' he said. So I went
see
how hollow
ideal composer
it is.
When
was Pergolesi.
me how much I resembled him in apOf course I was proud 'You know,' they
Friends told
pearance.
child, like a
woman,
Face
36
to
Incessantly
moving
about, showing us little pieces of bric-a-brac, commenting on them as he goes. He picked up a picture
"The
me"
^and
he
We
He
me
It
!
angered
He never
again."
of laughing, as he conBut something struck his eye, and he grew instantly solenm.
"My daughter's opera, composed when she was
she died when she was twenty.
thirteen
Three
girls
beautiful roses, which faded scarcely before
they bloomed. Jeimi, Lucille and Antoinette they
dressed themselves for the dance, but the carriage
brought them out to the cemetery.
"An artist's hardships are the death of his children. As a father he violates nature to attain perfection in his work and saps his life
death claims
couldn't stop his
fit
But
"
happens
to
me
is
as I
olution.
that
is
life
for music.
everything
and music
that
watched the sad events of the French RevI was one evening returning from the
Face
Champs
to
On my way
Elysees.
37
Oh,
able sex !
I fell in love
at six.
It
people, but I
"Now
you that
if
in that.
Music
knew.
make a
for
it is
me
sick.
at times
It
gave
is like
me
Be
careful of
it,
My brain
Face
38
to
eternally turns,
gets into
ing in
it,
my
ears.
"I
like
am
Citizen Gretry.
stick in the
ful stick.
It
is
made
of
Do
Salute, sirs !
is
you not
bought this
a very beauti-
"
"Memoirs" by Andre Ernest Modest Gretry. An interesting article in "Musicians of Former Days" by Romain
Holland.
BRAHMS
VI
HERE
is
the picture
the
road:
his
the
39
Face
40
to
man
steam-engine.
We
would attempt
without our formal
introductions.
So we stood stock still and waited
for him. He noted the action, and for a moment it
seemed as if he were about to turn about face and
give us a glimpse of his back. But he went on, and
as he was about to pass us he snorted, "Good
morning."
"This is Mr. Brahms?" we asked.
"Johaimes
Brahms, the famous composer?"
He looked us up and down sharply: "You mean
my brother ^he is over the hill ^but he is the most
unamiable musician in the country." And he went
on, leaving us non-plussed with mortification.
Strange, we thought, I never knew he had a
brother
But doesn't this one look like the pictures
They're as like as two peas!
di the composer?
It
to
make
Face
to
41
Tableau
us.
"You
Mr. Brahms,"
I said laughingly.
them
off.
respect.
has been kept busy signing pictures, answering questions, and listening to pretty flatteries. It's a pretty
fiction, you'll
all sorts
"Why
admit.
It enables
me
to get rid of
of nuisances.
me?" he
asked,
now
"A composer
It
is
all
the time.
The
gift
the
42
Face
to
be sown.
from above
is
Whether music
Face
is
to
asked
my
me
'What
do
it
A young woman
to improve quickly in
in the forest
do
shall I
43
'Walk constantly
enough.'
"
the genial
These people I
my music
or my fame; or my music because they know me.
Oh, hello, Rentner, you played well at your debut.
musician in the world like this?
love
they do not
care for
fine
"Thank you,"
me
because of
gold-tipped cigarette."
"Smoke
it,
smoke
it,"
Brahms
urged.
is
44
Face
when
when
to
like'
must
softly, as
"My
is
fit
He
make of me a
the family.
and play
prodigy, and so
make
all.
thought to
Face
to
45
my mind
The
beauty, that
is all.
as I blacked
my boots
prettiest songs
came to me
before daybreak.
my
viewpoint on music I
should nevertheless have first been heard as a young
man with Remenyi. A lovable boy, a violinst of
extraordinary ability. My, oh, my, but what a brag"It
gart,
is
what a player
to the galleries,
and what an
We
struck up a friendship
^perhaps I was glad to travel with him and earn some
of the fruits of his fame. Innumerable times, we
came near parting ^he would strike me over the
shoulder with his bow during rehearsals, and fly
at me. His was the first place in the public eye, and
he never lost sight of it.
"One concert I will never forget. We came to a
eccentric egotist!
town where the piano was too low, and Remenyi refused to bring his pitch down to it. So I told him
to tune to a half tone higher, and I transposed the
Kreutzer sonata as I read it at sight. Remenyi ^he
What
a compari-
meant."
As we returned
to the village
by a
different path,
Face
46
to
is
it.
it
who
sounds," smiled
Brahms.
"Like your music," says a disciple.
"You
than
don't
it is,
mean
that
my
As the
talk
grew
him.
we
"No, don't
livelier
want to think of me
the music which came through me."
Posterity does not
^but
only
Face
to
47
"You mean my
brother
^he lives
The
DEBUSSY
VII
my
volume of Dante's "Inferno" the illustraby Gustave Dore are saturated with a
spirit of mystery and mysticism.
There is one
picture which comes to me now
the poet accompanied by Virgil is being led to the entrance of the
INtions
yawn
below,
and the two figures stand in curious and heroic contrast to the mocking emptiness peopled with unclean
48
Face
to
49
him.
He
tells
especially
into lands
songs have
still
won me
so.
I prefer to hear
a few notes
of an Egyptian shepherd's
of that which
is
written
by
clever experts.
Out
in
When
air.
enjoyment when
Face
50
to
two metallic
voices.
my
music,
and rarely permit it to play full strength. Pianiswin the emotion by suggestion.
delicate
Reach the mind through the imagination! Take
simo
fleeting impressions
not
So there we stand,
like
the obvious
Dante and
!"
Virgil, before
and
wand
and we
sand voices of
drowsy
soft,
listlessness.
A soft,
distant knolls.
ody
floats out of
Face
to
51
Insidious,
kiss of a
lips of a
young man of
A chant,
Take
we do not know how far the soul exmen ^here is the epoch of the subtle;
care,
tends about
left us.
is
being
a cosmic
first
sight?
an outer
This
body?
it so.
and cannon
Is there
The
is
gone.
The guns
cries
of
Struggles,
boastings,
commerce of
cities
are
come shimmering
cave-growing
stalactites.
They
Face
52
to
At
sits
appeal and braiding her hair of red, ceaselessly. Further on, as we pass, sits pale Melisande, weeping and
fearful,
until
away
wed and
to
to keep.
We
king.
See
Come
when
and
flee to
Pelleas
and
down to
Deep goes
who
of Melisande, reaching
Pelleas,
the knife of
buries
Golaud
Face
to
53
the
tist's
springtime.
left
ers,
fined,
but elusive.
Not
^part
light,
but shaded.
startling effects
All be-
Lovely
on the keyboard, the most
spirit.
54
Face
to
shifting, intangible
calculable,
continue.
So
and mystic and beautiful, wonwas that Maeterlinck scolded Debussy for daring to take "Pelleas and Melisande"
for musical setting, when really he should have been
glad to see it done by him and no other. I wish that
indeed my picture might contain Maeterlinck, writer
of mystic beauty; Verlaine, the poet, and Debussy,
the musician
I would paint it in tones such as
Monet might use, and place it in keeping of you.
infernal to the magic
dering
how
it
The
PAGANINI
Prom a
VIII
THE
auditorium
782-1840
is
crowded.
The
stage
is
dark,
save for a
55
Face
56
to
such a devil.
He
and
said
Now
and
lies.
It
across the moor his music pictures. And the slowdrawn melody gives way to a wild, dramatic strain.
Face
to
57
and
est
He
smashes his
bow upon
the strings,
Evil One, then now truly they acknowledge themselves under the spell of Hell! Never
flesh of the
mad
They
shriek-
fear Paga-
tles
and
calls
him
lobster !
are determined to
him
let
Others take
him know
it
up.
They
to be of a sinful breed.
"Paganini
"will
you
pass?
So,
he says
"I will
Face
58
to
rooms.
His beloved
hardly ever out of his hands. It is told of
this violin, that once Paganini had to choose between
it and a woman he loved
and he gave up the
violin
is
woman.
"My
he can hardly
and no Ro-
new
cities,
for romance
my feet.
my blood.
was
in
and adventure.
But
was
see-
I thirsted
I lost
lost heavily.
Face
to
59
"My
boy,"
Never
was a
lad.
The world
is
am
little
Achilles," Paganini
you."
be happier.
I
my
"Ah,
He
must be
hungry
I
will he go
am
putting
away
And
"He
he must
as I did,
when
its
cruelty to his
So be it. Let
them think. Once, when Berlioz was starving, I
sent up some money to him. And since, my good
friends have been trying to decide what kind soul
really gave it in my name.
"Pshaw what's the use? One time a good lady
she was the widow of a
I've forgotten her name
fiddler who used to revile me and throw mud at
me well, this widow wished to have a benefit. She
engaged me to play ^my price was very high. But
she knew that with Paganini as the attraction she
The day came. I played.
could make money.
came to pay me. I knew
widow
the
Afterwards,
what was in her mind. She wanted me to give her
a discount! Wouldn't the old miser relent! She
brought her small child they were both dressed in
rags (they had better clothes). She counted out the
amount to me in the smallest coins. One was short.
father.
6o
I
Face
to
When
for candy.'
he
what do I care*?"
We wanted to ask him how he acquired
his
won-
derful technique.
"That was
^my
violin
another limb
was
or sense
bom
with
it
that's all.
'
Face
to
became a famous
It
feat,
and
6i
type-
Blame
tome.
My
its
unkindness
sickly, incapable
of
my family. We lived
father
disturbance.
never questioned.
They
pense.
without a violin,
my
cell.
find it
said I
62
Face
to
of chocolate would do
me
simple tastes
^my beloved
dilapidated box,
my
clothes
a bit
for hours.
that I
first
lotte,
who
my
CharAs
little
in love with me and wanted to run off
beloved violin.
fell
English
that
raise
me up
It is divine.'
The
girl,
"
STRADIVARIUS
IX
THE
who
63
listen.
Face
64
to
and the
adjusting
sides,
slightly
strings
ly
the
rest
tuning the
bridge,
under
Scarce-
his chin.
string
when
the notes
by earthly
more
beings.
"Marvelous
into
my
"Look
to a dear friend.
and grace
color
and he gave
it
I clasped
at
what a symphony of
it,
it is."
in
my
fingers,
held
it to
Fecit,
Anno 1724."
"A Stradivarius,"
"And
if
you
pardon
will
my
gers
up and down
me
for a
Strad for a
under
moment,
I will
little tete-a-tete."
my chin,
rati
my
fin-
my hand
^brought the
bow down
Face
to
And
then
my eyes,
where
it
seemed
it
with
I held it at arms'
my eyes. An
Anto-
Cremona
as
I thought,
65
no longer
learn where I
^Antonio?
upstairs, signor.
mount a
I
flight of wooden steps, and walk into the
room. A pretty signorita courtesies and begs for my
message. "I would like to buy a violin," I answer.
"Let
there."
parts of violins,
66
hear."
The
old
spects the
man
takes
work of
me
his assistants
"Now,
Francesco,
the bridge
that
is
it
holds
Face
to
67
the back vibrate, the sides vibrate, the air inside the
violin vibrates
is
and
the controller.
Look, I move
it
a bit;
"Here
listen,
wood
what
wood
wood
is
the
A tall,
"See here,
sir,
am
in,
King of Poland
68
Face
three
months ago
kept
me
to
strument."
scarce looking
man
it
to the envoy.
it with me."
"Oh, no, you won't; it is not ready. It needs further varnishing, or it will not be my violin, and my
name will not go in it. If you wish to carry out
your king's commands, you wait until I give you this
violin. I have dealt with kings before"
all this in
a very quiet, matter-of-fact manner "and they have
Face
ment
to
69
Sonatas.
maker rubs
hands violently as he listens to the child of his hands in the glorious care of
a master musician. "Now, please, Corelli, handle
with greatest care wrap well at nights and on damp
days in woolen cloths; when it is cold keep the violin
in a warm place
not too hot, you know. Choose
the strings with absolute taste
^better let me furnish
you when you need them. Let not unskilled hands
profane the finger board, and bring it back to me
every once in a while that I may look it over, and
correct any trouble."
It seemed to me that with the exit of the instrument the old gentleman sighed as if he were parting
with a dear, dear friend.
"Another gentleman," Gina called.
"Have him come in, my dear," and a young
the violin
his
dandy
entered.
"What do you
and in
it
will
go
my
my finest customers.
70
"The
me
the artist
is
standing
tete-a-tete
What do you
think of
my
rious tone?
had
of trouble getting
lots
Strad?
now
friend.
it.
Strads
it is
worth the
&
WHO
is this
us
comes
excitement towards
ing madly at
versations,
all
hands wav-
us, interrupting
our con-
around him?
"Come, come," and mysteriously nodding his head,
and beckoning with his hands again, he has the air of
one who has marvelous news to impart ^news which
71
72
Face
affects the
to
(Mie in it.
We
"A
great thing
the
Schumann
have just completed a song. Oh,
you will grow hot ^id cold when you hear it. You
will love it so much that you will just want to die!"
So sincerely does the man talk, that for a moment
we scarce appreciate the utter absurdity of the situor
^I
terday.
Face
faces:
Face with
Hugo Wolf
thmg more
Who
Why,
to
is
it is
73
Hugo Wolf,
man?
writer of songs.
He has just
traordinary career.
play or compose
and
to be a musician,
them worthless.
During his twenty-seventh year, a friend puband the sight of these
lished some of Wolf's songs
in print excited the genius in him. He had been living near Vierma, and had become tremendously interested in the poems of Morike, the Swabian pastorpoet, who lived and died amidst the sneers of the
world, but whose resurrection by Wolf made him
loved and honored as one of the greatest lyricists in
sidered
all literature.
Face
74
to
Wolf
fifty-three songs of
Morike.
Nor
years, the
This
is
write."
afraid. You sit back, you watch youraway before the torrent. And when it's
you say: "How did it happen? Did I do
You grow
self carried
all over,
that?"
and surprised
Then
crash!
Something
happened,
awful,
Face
to
tragic, hateful.
Hugo Wolf
75
came
Face with
The muse
tips
^he
He
chord came.
And
^not
a single
two years.
muse had gone,
made him
Still
But again, after a month, she deand he did not find her for five years.
he didn't mind.
serted him,
ther.
is
His mustache
is
thin,
and under
his lip
is
am
composing,
am
creating again.
And
76
now, I write for the future. Somecomes to me, which sounds so horribly
strange, that it frightens me. For instance, one that
I finished the other day, is like nothing in existence.
Heaven help the people who will one day hear it.
"You cannot imagine how I love those divine
what
I write
times, a song
When I am silent, I
Hugo Wolf. I feel like crying
at people, 'Help me, help me
Give me some ideas
again shake the sleeping demon in me and I will
moments when
I compose.
fall at
all
Sometimes
little
tive beings,
among
poem
When
it
notes.
put
I
melody and harmony. I read the words over and over, live with
them, become saturated with them ^become the poet
all over
^go back over the events which inspired him
to write
and when I am ready for my work, the
whole thing is part of my consciousness.
"For years I've wanted an opera; where could I
get the book? I've searched high and low, but nothtranslate the very emotions into
Face
Hugo Wolf
Face with
to
Where
77
books'?"
eyes gazed out with bewilderment. Such a nervous, unstrung manner was never
beheld before.
Pity, disappointment, uncertainty
are written all over his features.
"I've led a life of misery.
troublous sea,
doomed
on a
from wave to
to be dashed
didn't suit.
it
up
That
on a paper.
to America, be a
^go
So
took a position as
didn't suit
by
so-called genius.
played, directors
nice.
me
They made
but
When my
made fun of
it
it.
music was
Oh, they were
first
came through.
Face
78
me
pass
write
it
let
to
me
pass.
LET ME
PASS.
must
down."
died, mad, at the age of fortywhole world which had ignored him, suddenly rushed to acclaim him "The Second Schubert."
three, the
The
style.
XI
REMEMBER
mer down
ing,
where
all
that
to
and
noisy.
8o
Face
to
Bach.
Out
soft land,
Down
home
of Johann Sebastian
where
we come
to a
shel-
"In
he
there, there
The door
is
is,
old Johann."
none
open
is
homely board.
and one realizes that here is home. In a
great wide-armed chair sits the master of the house,
smoking a deep-bowled pipe and sipping occasionally at a mug of creamy ale.
On his lap are two
of his children
on the floor are several more, and
hustling around the stove and dishes are more Bach
boys and girls aiding their mother.
Supper is being made ready and that, despite its
daily occurrence, is an event of importance. Steamright to enjoy the hospitality of this
Inside,
old
man
Face
to
for supper,"
and
suades us to
sit
we
"Yes,
listening to
down
no
entreaties,
8i
he per-
at the table.
dine early,
it
leaves
loved the
to be the second.
first
woman when
Well,
my
I selected
Anna
was
their father.
They
"My
it
s,>
piped one
little voice.
that fate
Face
82
to
as organist, I used
came
my own
ideas,
Heinrich's
quite indignant.
They
enough.
They wanted no innovations.
brought charges against me because a stranger maiden was seen in the choir loft. The maiden was later
my
wife."
first
many
We
amused
things
fortu-
and Broadway
into his
seems
life.
all
ority.
man
helps the
little
mouths.
He
mouth
corrects
an-
So he
IS
Then he rises, as
is over.
and goes to the clavichord, prepared to
his wont,
compose.
Face
to
Anna," he shouts
"First,
noisily,
83
du bei mir"."
So saying, he playfully draws
Faithful,' or 'Bist
the anteroom.
"She
is
up
little
things.
woman.
more of
my
Later I
with my
She knows
She helps me
music than I do of
dishes.
But she
doesn't mind.
"We have
how we
What
are kings?"
finally induces
Face
84
written
to
and
she, far
public ear.
sive.
to "Finale."
know
Little does he
is
him and
Just writing
ing the best he
it is
time to
little
^just
writing
knew how
finish.
Modem
that
Music."
and
is all
do-
Then, "Anna,
will help you wash up.
until late.
Come,
It will relieve
Good
men
"The Father of
say:
85
Littl?
Maker
of us all."
Two
Suites, Six
Magnificats,
biographical dictionaries.
XII
A LAND
war was
Men made
Face
to
87
Wit was
substituted for
was
all so delicate
and
useless.
It
It
down
the
toeing masqueraders,
mad
boar.
He came out
88
Face
to
The
sickish,
couldn't breathe in
its
He
sit
rooms.
he didn't
couldn't
like to
stuffy,
stifling to
closed-in
on the slender
him.
He
drawing
gilt chairs;
to smile at
take
And
that
is
virtually
what he
did.
He determined
sweep out the rubbish of the opera and to fumiand then to put in place of the lisping
it
woman Hercules the bigness of the world itself.
to
gate
with a kind of defiance. His face, deeply pockin repose, very red and savage; in anger,
white with the pock-marks blackly contrasting and
savage. His hair was mussed most often, with the
powder on in careless fashion. It was a big face,
round and hard in its outlines and the cut of the
features, the eyebrows raised in querying manner.
marked
Face
to
89
effects.
Well,
When
all arose
One time,
named Henin com-
company.
except Gluck,
who
said
the king
this fellow is
90
him
^he
He
had a
Courtiers
made no
impression upon
Face
to
91
have produced my
effect in the theater that is all I want; and I assure
you it matters very little if my music is not agreeable in a small comer of your bedroom. Your criti-
Gluck heard
cism
is
it
he said
like that of a
"When
man who
"My
my
effects.
It
is
Simplicity, truth,
its
significance to-day:
all nations,
"I
am
seeking
and I want to
between music
of different peoples."
This is how he thought and worked.
He
heaped
was
92
Face
When
to
"Orpheus
Aulide," "Iphigenia en
Narcisse."
MACDOWELL
XIII
THERE
and welcomes you up
is
heart of
You walk up
smelling
and
trees,
lilacs; in
roses
their
graceful stems.
It is the
94
own
Face
to
composer, her
position,
who
first
out of
it.
ened hair
white skin, he who has been sumamed abroad the
"handsome American," His eyes do not move about
his face has assumed a single expression of a sad
smile, his hands hold a book, and occasionally he
glances from the bushes to the book and from the
book back to the bushes.
move before him, but
he does not see us, and then the awful fact dawns
upon us. MacDowell is a tiny child again.
The brain has fled ; all the memories and melodies
have faded out. His brave wife sits beside him,
and strokes his hands and gazes lovingly into his
eyes, but he smiles back at her unknowing. The book
in his hand is all that he seems to care about; it is
a set of fairy tales.
Fairy tales
It is as though he has been carried
away to the land of mystery and unreality by the
fairies. As though the dryads and njmiphs he waved
into being with his music had come to take him with
them; as though his dreams of the land of heart's
desire had at last conquered him, instead of his con-
We
quering
it.
Face
to
soul!
Come
95
in rapid
MacDowell
sits at
and mys-
merest kindergartner.
* See
W.
Face
96
to
"Sonata Eroica"
Came
died,
to be
King?
mons.
anvil
^he
his life
A blow
When,
all
so faintly.
Myriads of lovely
girls
danced about
Face
to
wounded mortally-
They
carried
97
him into
the
"And
he was
teacher's voice,
er's face;
hesitate to
MacDowell was
One day
hum
of the
show
it.
at the
I will give
him
three
98
and
I will
make him a
great
MacDowell was
another habit.
He
had
He
Face
tet,
to
home
99
Thomas
New
York; the
engagement to accept the chair of music at Columbia University, "because he was the greatest genius
of music America ever produced."
This, as you know, MacDowell accepted. How
he worked! Playing for the pupils, lecturing to
them, he was a picture one couldn't forget. His
hands in his pockets, his head tipped to one side;
Orchestra;
talking
he
animatedly,
human and no
But
in Majestic Hotel,
after a time he
had to
resign,
all
of the
MacDowell was a
tive
man.
take
my music seriously,
and yet
it
on her program.
Many
and
the roots."
it.
How he loved
the
little
sit
log-
com-
window MacDowell
the book
on his features, and one thinks of those beautiful lines he wrote
for his music "From a Log Cabin"
So
there at the
same
sits,
"A
Whispering
tree tops
and
Too, of MacDowell,
of
Many Dreams
Still
unrealities
and the
tales
of
The
Face
to
in
LISZT
XIV
HE
CAME
figure of
towards us
medium height,
stodginess.
His
face, smiling
those caress-
so much.
He
wore
his
abbe cloak
Some
Face
to
103
there are
there are
was
neither for religion nor nation ; ready to aid the opto guide the
new
kind
old
and
man
ideas.
that dreamer
long
hand
trail
We were
"Music
is
the heart of
life.
Your commerce
The humming
birds, the
the brawn.
mouth of
is
is
Music
is
the
was
at
Weimar, the
Mecca of
all
It
as pilgrims all
grand old
man
who
sought to
of the pianoforte.
At the
while
in a corner stood a
Esterhazy.
"I loved to attend the church service and listen
I yearned to
to the organ with its 'Ave Maria.'
One
play, to sing forth the melody in my heart.
day when my father asked me what I should rather
my
nose.
my
I could play.
incidental expenses.
Kihd
friends
Hunimel, the
Face
my
teacher
me
to
105
"One day
I was about twelve; I went into a mushop to see some difficult compositions. They
were all too easy. I annoyed the clerk by my childish
egotism.
He said, 'Here, play this, it's the most
difficult music I know of,' and he handed me Hummel's Concerto in B-jflat, and I played it as if it were
sic
nothing.
"Never
my
jumped
That
gotten
"My
me
has inspired
it
to play
man
arms and
have never for-
in his
and to compose.
visit Beethoven
out success.
concert.
it
me
kiss I
father
We
shall I forget
It
was one
"To me no
when
a time
That
is,
was ever
offered
my piano playing.
there
where
was
is
I tread
offered resistance.
came at
me and my
speak of
position
where
obstacle
But
kind.
my com-
on toes, there is
I was speaking a
phonic poem,
know
No man
"I
"You
"It
is
He
listen.
will excuse
me now," and
my
friends to arrive.
by the hand
Join us."
Face
to
stars of
music
107
^his
noted
Moriz Rosenthal,
Hans von Buelow. There were the princes and
scholars, the writers and artists
they all were
friends of Liszt because he was the friend of all.
Liszt was to play a new
It was a great afternoon
rhapsodic.
He moved
down without
Stars
Beautiful
on
women
curtsied
desolation
We
the katydid.
We
the
moon
snake
wormed
its
way
Of
still.
With
and
we
They were
Face
bow
109
One
held a violin and 'neath his quivereach impassioned string groaned and trem-
with joy.
ing
to
bled like a living thing, and each speaking note contained ineffable sweet sadness.
Joining him, another drew out notes like sobs from the moaning
to us
the while.
Then
The
principal works of Franz Liszt are: "Divina Commedia Symphony," "Faust Symphony," Episodes from Lenau's "Faust," "Tasso," "Les Preludes," "Berg Sym-
phone" "Mazeppa," "Prometheus," "Festklange" "Orpheus," "Hunnenschlacht," Huldigungs March, Vom Fels
Zum Meer March, Piano Concerto No. i. Piano Concerto
No. 2, Graner Mass, Hungarian Coronation Mass,
"Christus," "Legend of the Holy Elizabeth," "The Bells
of Strasburg" Six Hungarian Rhapsodies.
Important work on Franz Liszt by L. Ramann.
LULLY
XV
FACE TO FACE WITH LULLY
1632-1687
THE
poet
Face
to
iii
It
neither aided Lully's operatic undertakings nor contributed toward his personal satisfaction to find him-
elbow of Louis.
Lully bent toward his secretary, Lalouette, and
whined: "You must act warily, you must use your
self displaced at the
ingenuity, you
must
rid us of this
nincompoop,
this
Lalouette."
And Lalouette nodded his head in assent, thoroughly understanding that once more he was to be
the tool. For when the master said "Lalouette, you
must act warily," it meant that Lully was himself
up to a new trick, which his secretary must work
out, though it be through mud.
The Court Musician lifted his eyes threateningly,
and you might have said that you could see his evil
thoughts at work; he stroked his chin and fat neck.
His eyes narrowed down to the merest slit, so that
the red rims almost became one. His heavy, spreading nose, his cheeks, heavy and lined with malicious
folds
a thoroughly uninviting countenance, over
which there spread that expression so typical of the
of music.
He
uets for
to a
it,
and you
light I
Face
to
113
which
is
more than
made me a
he.
made me
selfish,
am
I fought
my violin,
a very dif-
violin in the
my way
out
money?
ladies?
What
Am I
if I
not
do
human?
me
since the
me
me
to a place
You
have seen me lay my scheme, until the whole empire of music came under my hand, and with it the
King. You have seen how the direction of the opera
was offered me by his Majesty, beseechingly, you
might say, and how at last I accepted it. You have
seen those great nobles of the court coax and plead
with me to play for them, and how I have refused.
You have seen the Minister himself come into this
King?
lifts it
for a sharp
first
note.
But the
orches-
He
throws
and stamps his feet. "The attack, the attack, where is it?
You know what I
want, how I have drilled you, I want the thing to
sing at the first note, I want go and rhythm, where
is it?
I want you all to start and bow together like
his
baton to the
Now."
one.
At
floor,
last it starts,
and
all
flat,
it
is
not in the
it as it is written."
So the reand the singers come out. Colasse is first, a dark and good-looking little lady.
She sings and acts with her eyes glued on the little
music,
it is b,
play
hearsal progresses,
Face
to
115
man
^he
The
how
to
make
And
at the
blunder.
He
and chuckles
It
is
kisses
to Lalouette.
sir,
"But,
sir, it is
"And
so
it
mit.
rect it."
And now
and
"That horse
ber that theme
^I
will use
it
day
now
^you
remem-
Face
to
117
in a
man.
Evening now and the grand ball at the Palace.
"You must be wary now, Lalouette," chuckled
Lully and the secretary nodded and wondered what
the Master had in mind.
The King on his throne looked not so lovingly
at Lully as he would have liked. La Fontaine sat
by the royal side and glared triumphantly at the
discomforted musician. But Lully smiled back as
though he really enjoyed it.
Time wore on with its banality of retort and repartee, spoken from the lisping lips of bored courthe
tiers.
The King
tells
us that
supreme task
it is
my
but a rhock-
muse
seeks.
life I
spired verses?
to Lully
et
phonies, etc.
PERGOLESI
XVI
WHOSO
which
IIS
rests
is
He
is
lean-
bent upward
Now
in attendance.
delight the
When
an Italian creates an
is on tip-toe for
his new creation
every one from the bootblack to
the King. They remembered "The Maid Mistress,"
they remembered lovely little sacred songs and arias
you couldn't forget but just had to hum.
So the city turned out to hear the new Pergolesi
every one
opera.
Face
audience
to
.121
what
They
cheer
its
crowd.
hero one
They
moment
boxes, sticks
came
firing at
him.
it,
that
is
all."
There
is
strengthened them.
Face
to
who he
is
"You
123
don't
know
The son
pauper musicians.
The
low?
libertine, the
is
Maria moaned.
die."
portant
a nothing A scribbler
!
condemned
that was
how
to
im-
them
A fiddler
I
I have lived.
I have lived enough.
have loved. I am going to leave the world and
consecrate myself to God."
The third day, and the brothers returned; but
Maria was Sister Maria in Santa Clara. A year
dragged and the bells tolled for the passing of Sister
Maria. And Pergolesi, kneeling in the chapel, heard
for the first time the strains of his Stabat Mater,
weeping in his heart. So out of that lost love came
the beautiful Stabat Mater, which for centuries to
come was to ring out mournful and sighing. Just
as lovely flowers grow out of a sickened, deserted
soil, so did this music sprout from the dead heart.
Then a sixth month loitered on and Giovanni Battista Pergolesi passed out, and on his grave is written
"Giovane e Moribondo" ("Young and Dying").
the word.
I
.MEYERBEER
XVII
IT
culiarly
set,
rendering unusual
125
character
to the
and deep
large
set.
We
manner it deserved.
"Good-morning everybody," Meyerbeer shouted
grandiloquently, pleasantly anticipating the return
from
salute
all
the
We
vation
127
are true
him.
He
is
really in his
who doesn't?
He
it all
Some
to vanity, but
isn't,
been played?
be sure, that big and wonderful as
would
go behind the stage and listen
he was, he
It is true, to
make
know what
wanted
the
his friends
applaud
a noise at
He
^he
done
it
it all
who
who
really
is
a dirty
little
it
He
my
'Huguenots' there
is
written
by a
Here, read
me
'It
this
he wrote not so
many
for
Face
to
129
any one to advance further; he has reached the supreme heights.' Who would think a man could be
when he remembers
so changeable and ungrateful
how he came to me, penniless, starving, unknown,
and I produced for him 'Rienzi' and 'The Flying
Dutchman,' and gave him his start."
I said, "Youare so good," but he shook his head
and denied that he had done anything other than
was good for the world. "I brought Jenny Lind to
man.
But
know some
of
my
closest
When
production of
it,
was that
"When
for aught.
my
was a boy,
my
My
John
Meyer gave me
father,
wealth.
Beer,
I took the
made
had no need
and my friend
friend, I
it
to
name Meyer
my own
and
an old
teacher,
the great
Abbe Vogler.
'I
me
to
him,'
Weeks went
by,
and
Was
be a son to me.'
"You know, my
When
a pianist.
finally
it
my
was
all
ready for
Hummel,
my
be
concert
the virtuoso
^he
opened new vistas of the possibilities of piano-playing. I went back to my room, and spent six months
perfecting myself anew. Was that for art or not?
Did not the great critic Moscheles say of me that
had I chosen I would have been the most renowned
pianist of any time? I gave up my piano for my
composition, because it called me, and I have been
a slave to
it."
know I have
of unknown
little scores
seen you
operas
You
the world.
read everything
and
to everybody's suggestions
not enough,"
You
criticisms.
listen
"Is
it
is,
my
the people
it
"I believe in
has injured
made
me most
Face
to
131
my
You
day.
their ideas.
"How mean
born; I thought,
felt,
mood
in
my
music."
You
"It
made my
heart bleed to
To my
mind, too
many
people
knowing
And
so?"
suppers
those
conceived in the
Face
babies died,
to
133
religious
for a
week
outside,
and
to
my fingers
and
toes strings
and water."
I remember one time, when you received this letter from George Sand, how you laughed and cried
with joy:
"Oh, musician, you are more of a poet than any
of us. Between angels and demons, between heaven
and hell you have seen man divided against himself.
You have painted the strife, terrors, pangs,
promises of mortal man. This must be because a
man's heart beats under the artist's frame. Tell us
how upon a few stanzas you were able to construct
characters of such individuality? Oh, master, you
are a noble dramatic poet, an arch romancer."
And how happy you were when Herbert Spencer,
thinker and philosopher, summed up your career in
this fashion: "Meyerbeer combines the two requisites for fine music; he has dramatic expression and
melody."
I applaud you, great composer, I a little singer
in your companies, and you are so happy that you
your
littleness is part of
me
for
it.
It
is
all
your greatness.
The
principal works of Meyerbeer are: "Margherita d'Anjou," "II Crociato in Egitto," "Robert le Diable," "Les
Huguenots," "Ein Feldlager in Schlesien," "Le Prophete," "L'Etoile du Nord," "Dinorah," "L'Africaine,"
Overture to "Struensee," "Fackeltdnze," Schiller Centen-
FnRRVMAI^
GRANADOS
XVIII
Sussex.)
clatter
by the Pyrenees,
widening horizon.
Moxmtains and
135
on the
glens, multicol-
vasion.
when
the caliphs of
tell
Cordova
In the
forth,
many
everybody smoking.
sashes.
and in
their
keep you."
monds, strut
may God
be merciful and
and
dia-
street,
Face
and
to
"The
137
per,
the world.
the
first
great opera of a
worth while.
"Goyescas"
It had been
And
field
of music.
modem
to this city
man
of
medium
think of
see
my
country,
first
knew
thing I
My
poor 'Goyescas'
Almost twenty years before, the
idea for thq opera came to me, as I became inspired
!
"Spanish music
than that.
There
is
is
subtle
is
tive aloofness.
isolated.
villages.
The
Some
its
primi-
Face
to
139
Was
who
it
real education in
"But of
music?"
thing?"
"I
is
^very little.
somewhat
strange.
was
bom
My
men
in Catalonia,
nature
is
which
indolent, lan-
Catalonia
is
famed
My
I studied music
with Pigot and our old famous composer, Pedrell.
We made
a gesture as if to recall
him
to his
own
He
At
fered
my
first
original music
"Here
is
little
^I
fourteen I of-
it.
something that
may
interest you.
dramatically: 'This
child
^here
is
was
ten,
of
this
in this place.'
my
little girl,
after
many
years.
Face
to
141
how
curiosity to see
me
no
they do
it.
would only
do not want to
the language of foreign composers. That
study.
write in
would be
all
"See, here
wrong.
what
is
They
tonadillas.
have done.
Germany.
musical ideas.
But, please,
tell
Would
The dances
so?
bigger than
After dinner
crowded
ing.
isn't that
is
we
Finally, a
woman
goes
It
is
to a little platform,
Nobody
recognizes
things as partners.
anybody
Women
in
no such
the
"Ole, ole,
Gracia,
Consuelo.
Anda
Balie
anda.
la
chigulka,
la
Salud.
Ole, ole."
is
retold
at the piano.
FmiavHAW*
CHERUBINI
XIX
FACE TO FACE WITH CHERUBINI
1760-1842
An
tory
man
old
was
succession.
is
man
in rapid
as expected to
clear.
One
wrong.
But
tells
every one.
it is
they cannot
imps
from another.
There
who
is
There is the
tries to tell his master what to do.
young Halevy, who is always trying some new joke.
But what can one expect? It is impossible to
write
it
If
wouldn't be
give
up
Yet,
the post
it
these
Where
that
room.
"Yes,
sir,
Mr. Cherubini;
yes, sir."
you?
The
What do you
little
say?"
The
is
ema-
His head
is
thrust for-
145
A thick
is
"Now, Henri,
My, how
gentleman.
is
this
you?"
you give me no chance to explain
I always correct
"But,
sir,
"What
"
"That Berlioz
girls'
"
door
"What, what,
my
heavens! where
is
the scoun-
In the library?'
drel?
And
In the hall
a very tall man with a very little boy.
The man attempts to speak to Cherubini, but he
brushes him aside. He is determined to show Berlioz a lesson.
"Hector, what does this mean?"
"This is a score of Gluck, sir."
"Not the score this breaking of the rules. You
know I said no going through the girls' door; you
disobey ^you go and come the right way. Go, go;
why do you not go?"
off the director, Cherubini, flies.
as he goes
is
is
to-day.
When
I say
it
go.
make a
rule; I
regularity
care of."
Face
to
147
effort
brougjit to life.
world as if
he were at the opera house, in the full flare of the
lights, with all the company at attention.
in his easy chair, conducting for all the
"The
curtain.
Fortissimo, crescendo.
friend.
curtain drops.
do they say?
is
over
A candle,
^I
good little
you alone are beautiful; good-night."
In the morning Henri comes in with the news:
"It was good last night at the opera, Mr. Cherubini;
people were asking for you. But Berlioz, oh, monsieur, he is impossible.
He said at the end of the
overture
'Ten francs for an idea in this music'
At the end of the first act, 'Twenty-five francs for
an idea.' At the end of the last, 'I have not enough
money to buy an idea of this composer.' "
flowers.
flowers,
'I
do, too;
me
it
to write
music'
"These are opinions that count," said Cherubini,
half to himself. "That Beethoven I cannot understand, but alongside of his music, I feel like a little
boy. I feel as if brought back to my own childhood
when
days,
my
Sarti,
teacher, said,
'In order to
single
this
Beethoven."
But
the day's
pray,
is
it?"
To a singer who
"You have a
big voice.
of auctioneering."
bini's
flute
"Two
new
flutes."
To
Halevy,
first part,
none after
who
plays over
Face
to
To
last
part?"
my
"Well,
149
no comment,
former
fiddler,
smiles
to him,
Hundred Days
Cherubini
are on,
sorry. Sire,
ligence.
but I cannot
suit
my music
to your intel-
a disagreeable noise"
affairs
all
of state.
very
Sire, it takes
To you
tactless, to
it
be sure,
made
Parma.
their singing
have?"
The messenger
and
Emperor Napo-
the Legion of
leon has
enters.
Honor."
"He
even Napoleon
me
forgives
Then comes
is
good."
xvin.
Cherubini
is
"Cherubini,
you
my
The
court musician."
old
man
is
am
At
overcome.
last recognition,
is
fellow say
a better musician in
Face
to
151
The Court
last
that
The
had ended.
principal works of Cherubini are:
dee," "Les
Deux
"Lodoiska" "Me-
Church Music.
Important works on Mari Luigi Carlo Zenobe Salvatore
Cherubini "Memorials Illustrative of his Life" by Edw.
Bellasis.
For personal
traits
^'Biography"
Fetis.
Adolph Adam.
SULLIVAN
XX
FACE TO FACE WITH SULLIVAN
1842-1900
ITDavid Copperfield,
turning, where
down
at
Yarmouth houseboats
ising
tering
152
Face
to
153
deep armchairs,
making their cigarettes and drolly telling stories with
dry, biting wit, English wit.
This gentleman you see with the chopstick whiskers is Sir Arthur Sullivan, You just naturally admire the luxuriant growth of hirsute adornment on
his cheeks and upper lip, all of which blackly contrast with the dead whiteness of his forehead. The
broad shoulders and stocky size of the gentleman
scarcely mark the composer
you might, if you
didn't know better, put him down as a chemist or
member of Parliament. He is a cosmopolitan, you
admit, but somehow or other there come to your
memory the words of a famous Sullivan song "In
spite of all temptations to belong to other nations
he remains an Englishman."
The whole scene is overpoweringly English, the
kind of picture I love best in my dear Charles
great,
Dickens.
telling
my
W.
S. Gilbert, lifelong
collaborator of Sullivan's.
"Oh, yes, to be sure," the composer responds, adjusting his monocle deliberately. "In America, why,
the music of
Mikado
I
was
this
distinctly
It
was
W.
S.?
was
the
Kid
nodded.
to this
last night.'
you
'Aren't
'I
'John L. Sullivan?'
day who he
them when
I said I
is
And
I don't
know
poser."
"And
tell
Tim
do the
talking.
W.
S.
"And
Face
to
155
'What?' asked poor Arthur, beit, and Arthur said he'd need
time to think it over. He's still thinking it over."
"That's how we started, years and years ago,
W. S. and we've had a bully time and all sorts of
fun and made others happy."
"I'd say that you did something which had
been done but rarely before, Sir Arthur," the tliird
gentleman said, breaking his silence. "You've put
diatonic bass*?'
wildered.
I repeated
humor
in music."
Tim;
"That's right,
just couldn't help
led
me
that's
That's the
it.
isn't the
way
It isn't the
I intended
it.
way
But
wanted to
write.
I started out.
My
It
I thought to devote
way
I've done.
mind
hood
what
my
From my baby-
whom
much
He
worth nothing
Well, that's
poor Bunthome in
My
At
this
among
the
that's
deed."
in
it.
"That started me
off.
had
visions of Mendels-
went to Germany
"Enough
"
"So they said I'd lose my individuality, my nationality, but no matter how 1 try he remains
an Englishman.
Ah, the day of my 'Tempest'
music, when Charles Dickens came behind stage and
shook my hand and said 'I know very little about
music, but I must confess I like yours.' That first
talk led to a dear friendship which we never interrupted until Dickens passed out. We traveled together over the Channel, and visited Rossini, who
said he had much hope for me.
"Oh, yes, serious music was to be my fate, but
along came this good-for-nothing Gilbert, and first
thing you know I was writing 'Mikado,' 'Penzance,'
:
Face
to
'Patience,' 'Pinafore,'
making phrases
all
and other
the
things,
157
and we were
knew,
Continent
until
me and
my
laughter
forgotten.
father.
"Later,
my
is
when
my
companion and
friend, I sat
all
me
in a spirit
"My
when
niest
the laugher
moments
knows how
to weep.
The
For
all
fun-
your
"You mean
the
little
Gilbert.
'What
is it,
She was
child?' I asked.
in a corner cry-
Face
there says I'm
to
159
Pooi
'But you
be.'
child, I thought.
are, aren't
With
and
insincerity of his.
their fun,
and
men
Sir
cheerfully
Arthur Sul-
The principal works of Sir Arthur Sullivan are: Symphony in E, "The Sorcerer," "H. M. S. Pinafore," "The
Pirates of Penzance," "lolanthe," "Princess Ida," "The
Mikado," "Ruddigore," "The Yeomen of the Guard,"
"The Gondoliers," "Ivanhoe," Overture "In Memoriam," Overture "Marmion," Overture "di Ballo," Music
to "The Tempest," Festival Te Deum, "Kenilworth"
"On Shore and Sea," Concerto for 'Cello, "The Prodigal
Son," "The Light of the World," "The Martyr of Antioch," "The Golden Legend."
Important works on Sir Arthur Seymour Sullivan by B. W.
Music"; by Lawrence "Life
Findon "His Life
Story, Letters
&
and Reminiscences."
XXI
FACE TO FACE WITH STRADELLA
1645-1682
NOW
^e
it
The duke
if it
were a
Face
failure
to
i6i
succeeded
become
of Bassi"?
The
or less in a dilemma.
He
from another,
like
some
ladies I
rose fingertips.
"I
am
murmurs Leonora.
So the opera started.
And as the first few days advanced the themes
were written and the first act rapidly took form.
Out on the balcony the black-haired gentleman sat
in the spring, soft morning air and sketched his
music on the page. Now he would draw his harp
<
Face
to
163
recitatives
and
On
occa-
solos in a rich,
moments of
triumph.
Servants gathered together and whispered at the
wonderful music.
given their
they
first
duke and
Bassi, creator
The
singers,
couldn't fail to
make
insinuating notes.
While
room nearby
in a
to Stradella a beautiful
the
music's pleading,
whom? Oh,
with
love
what,
in
it,
but
Your form
all the
is
may
is
intended
in Stradella's
mind; he
So the days
music
with
you
ance
is
At
doubled
if
commends
"And do not
of the composer.
is
perform-
acted.
fee
far, the
the opera
is
is
en-
a success."
Leonora,
Hear
story,
Stradella:
He
tells
He
tells
of his past,
He
per-
He
makes them
was
all
but gone.
Giovanni and
They
Bassi
all
and Leonora.
They
all like
fifth
week, supper being finished, Stradella asked Leonora if she would care to hear a new violin nocturne
which had just come to him. Up to the balcony,
and he takes his violin, while "the masts rise white
to the stars,
and the
stars lean
down
to
them white,
Face
to
165
to her
they
room
When
Bassi asks
him why he
replies
"I
am
"Your daughter?"
son robbed?"
cian!"
is
"Aye! your
grace,
by a
filthy
"My
musi-
is
will travel at
be
mad?
You
heart
creep-
Face
to
And
167
nora
rests
He
sings so
hand to hear
is,
When
in the back.
works exist in manuscript in the Modena Library, and others elsewhere, including eight Ora-
14.8 of Stradella's
torios,
many
etc.
CHAMINADE
XXII
who was
his
appearance?
the writer?
To
Why
poser,
who
make
did he not
woman
who
pianist,
one
pre-
woman com-
Face
to
At
first
she
way
curiosity
and
dis-
to a spirit of willing-
"We
greet the
said.
at the gallantry,
and
We
"I like that reference to George Eliot.
both of us went through somewhat the same hardWoman's place in literature, however, had
ships.
advanced considerably further in George Eliot's day
than woman's place in music has in mine. George
Eliot adopted the masculine nom de plume, because
to have used her own name would have been to insaid:
many
You
will
remember
of music.
"Rubinstein said
They belong
women have no
place in music.
'Where in our
repeated
in
heard
that
the suffrage
elections have I
in the
home.
I said,
Face
to
question?'
Mme. Chaminade
nom de plume,
servatory,"
entered under a
first
continued.
of course,
had
"It
was
and won
to eliminate the
"When
student.
was an
think that
bricklaying,
"To me
it
essentially to
women
it is
her art
it is
something
among
audiences, the
most responsive
listeners.
women
Why
know
know
part of
my
that in
existence
but when
stincts
little
We
know
it.
when
i it
was
my
important.
pedal,'
tell
"Savard was
like
him
my harmony
at all, because he
teacher,
wanted me
and
I didn't
to write music
the
theories to follow,
way.
He
and
never wanted to do
my youthful anger.
determined to have my
it
that
roused all
"One day
little
joke
who
it is
who
sneer at won-
credited to an
unknown.
give
it
which
might ensue. Friends told me, 'Don't think of publishing the music under your name
It will be killed
at the start.'
But I thought if my music is good
!
So
it.'
'C.
it.
it
deserves
I decided to
^if
name
not
will kill
Chaminade.'
"Over
into them.
What
"In
place,
is
my home
we have many
my
interesting gatherings.
birth-
Mosz-
Face
to
pose together,
all
of
us,
we
as
we almost com-
Now
it is
flowers, rain,
"This
make
is
the beginning of
this prediction:
That
woman's
age,
and
"Your music
new domain
The
(ballet
MASSENET
XXIII
WOMEN
torturers of poets
and mu-
who
You
chaste.
are a
You
You
who dreams
You
are the
nun
warm
tongues
in sack-cloths
trying to put
woman
into music,
He
has been
Face
to
And
is.
179
mood
he written about
or because
so,
of the strange
mounted
exotic
creature
the
work
life,
And toward
is
clay figures
the end of
a photograph,
alive,
As he
picks
woman
up
in his imagination,
is
Now
it
Yes
is
it is
The composer
written;
it is
of her
of
medium
who
it is
it is
con-
she!
While
the
is
his
He
from
any
scarcely
small, and, as
He
never
age
tells his
That
would
much
in his orchestrations.
^his
thought.
"I've heard so
I've hated
when
it.
me
where
was
They
villains in the
was
much
was a youngster.
to keep
I
Once
in
an opera
show was
to
^I
be-
Face
to
i8i
came so excited that I banged the drums, the cymbals, and all the traps I could reach.
It had just
the right effect, and I was congratulated by the manager in saving the day.
"When
was a boy
heard
German
operas
my
childhood.
my parents
came
ertheless, the
after
me and
took
me home. Nev-
lost, for
from that
We
all.
He
continually dis-
me:
'Jules, I
mean
"Enough
me
It was
anybody against
entering music, no matter how bad he seemed. For
to have ruined
forever!
ply couldn't do
it.
follow Bazin's advice, but I simSo one day I said, 'I don't be-
fool.
Bazin was wrong. I will
This time my teacher was Henri Reber,
and when I had been with him for two months he
too sent for me. I approached his office with my
blood running cold. He was going to tell me what
Bazin had, and I didn't want it I simply had to
lieve it; I
was a
try again.'
write music.
he
the
said,
first
and
'Mr. Massenet,'
up
^it
was
way
harmony and
instinctively a master of
tion.
to
You must
you that
if I
You
are
orchestra-
am
any
sort of prophet
you will
Well, that was different, and I was happy once more, studied then with
Ambroise Thomas, and while I was playing drums
won the prize of Rome with a cantata.
reach the greatest heights.'
Face
to
183
to be."
And
now Massenet was weeping as he rehappy moment. Men like Massenet can
weep. Only villains caimot weep.
"Later I brought some more ambitious music to
Pasdeloup at his rooms. He told me to play them
at the piano.
The room was full of smoke and I
was almost choking, but I wouldn't give in. I
played all the music and Pasdeloup said never a
word until the end. 'No good, my boy,' he declared.
'Throw it away.' And that time Pasdeloup was
even
called that
wrong.
of
my
opera 'Werther.'
It
down and
wept.
was
Massenet tells his story with fine sense of dramatic effects, and himself relives each emotion he
describes.
Perhaps a little too much sentiment
sentimentality, some have said, perhaps too weepy
and unrestrained Massenet is sensitive to every
impulse, upset by criticism, put all agog by the smile
of a pretty woman. He is a tremendous worker,
giving lessons a good part of the day, hearing artists
another part, attending rehearsals.
He was once
asked, "When have you time to work?"
He answered, "While you are asleep." And that is the
fact, for he is up at five and writing at five-thirty.
All around him are pictures of women Calve,
Garden, Cavaleri, Heilbronn, Renard, Carre, Sibyl
Pacary.
are
who
women
comprise
his musical
strange, passionate
So we
on
women.
musing
looking at that woman's por-
his problem.
He
is
trait again.
opera.
mind when
I write.
Then
know
I never will
Face
to
185
"Mme. Massenet
understood me.
She is an
angel I dedicated the 'Juggler of Notre Dame' to
her because the Virgin is the only woman in it and
to have so
or
what
are
you?
"I bring rare presents to your court, I burn incense at your altar, I
want you,
pay eulogy
to your beauty.
want you."
The
"Mes Souvenirs"
Finck.
FAKavaAR.
MASCAGNI
XXIV
FACE TO FACE WITH MASCAGNI
1863
TURRIDU
the
is
killed;
Turridu
is
killed"and
and weep-
Santuzza,
ried
who brought
is
cast in
immeasurable gloom.
is
hur-
186
Face
And
on
to
187
its first
performance.
something happened
the place
monium
selves.
The
Then
steps
how
they placed
whom
in-
him foremost
there
was no
sleep that
delicious
his breakfast
of the delicacies of
1 88
Face
to
another of those
said.
189
room
a
Madame
at
life,
my
God,
prize for
"What do you
Mme.
Per-
it.
She, too,
all
suffered.
about
it
horn, "Send
She, too,
me
Targioni
it
up, stamped
it,
mailed
it
and
waited.
The days
Pietro couldn't
He
given
first
prize
Face
to
191
world paid to produce the little masterpiece. TransGerman, French, English rushed the libretto
into their native tongues.
Every patron of music
awaited with anxious breath the hearing of "Cavalleria," and then added his hand-clapping to the
thunder of applause rolling around the maestro's
feet.
No composer, none, had ever become so in-
lators in
He now
himself.
son,
who
at thirty-seven
fellow.
When would
the world?
Soon,
you more of
my
"We
my
soul to keep
wait, maestro,
"Very good,
"Why
my
gem
to
we
you in
spirits.
wait."
Silence, silence,
and Mascagni
still
smiles; oh,
fame
is
But
it
hap-
Face
to
193
on the Metropolitan
stage,
and
still
he
didn't
the
world,
succeed.
But such
the
is
curious
mind of
Mascagni continues great and powerful in reputation, and "Cavalleria" goes on singing and playing
its way to new audiences and old, forever fresh
and moving.
Mascagni need never have written another note.
Mascagni's place in history was made when first the
opera was heard in Rome.
I appeal to you for
Mascagni that the man, all too human, and carried off by the success he made, is worthy of all
that he has received in money and fame.
For that beautiful phrasing in the intermezzo,
and for the dashing, action of the opera, the first
realistic, common-life music drama, Mascagni deserves to live. A man who gives the world one beautiful idea,
who
be heard to the
last
or soldier warriors.
The
principal works of Mascagni are: "Cavalleria Rusticana," "L'Amico Fritz" "I Rantzau," "Guglielmo Ratcliff,"
"Zanetto"
"Iris."
XXV
FACE TO FACE WITH
HAYDN
1732-1809
THERE
oratorio
its
venerable
Face
years old,
to
worn by
health, he
ill
was
195
really too
performance.
side,
The
Haydn was
The
The
concert began.
inspired
by the masterpiece of
As
the
Him."
It was a dramatic moment
it
he be taken home.
There was a pause in the music. The fine ladies
and gentlemen all stood as Haydn went out bidding him a fond, sad farewell, saying, "Farewell,
dear master."
The
Beethoven, master of
all
his
It
clapped.
It
symphonies, operas,
rios,
songs
trios,
Papa Haydn."
^I
Face
to
197
in me.
filled
me
if I
serve
him
like
you
cheerfully."
Papa Haydn,
would be no hell."
"Yes,
there
if
all
men were
became
prised to hear
of
it,
my
soil, real,
them.
my
father's wife.
my people
I couldn't
were so lowly
good fellow.
and I come by
Why,
You
My
my
be
ancestry
was of the
disposition because of
dissatisfied,
when
think
I never
am an
incipient
of what
"Yes, I was saying about the nights of my babyFather had a fine tenor voice, mother sang
well, too
they belonged to the village chorus. Father would play the harp for diversion, and we
would all sing. Those were happy times when
we'd all sing and the neighbors would join along.
When I was so big as a big brother to a peanut I
made myself a violin.
cousin decided to teach
me how to play. Well, doctor, he gave me less
hood.
Face
to
199
will sing
world.
What
reason to take
me? He
didn't
know
feeling
is
not so intense.
^my
And
Without
it I should be lost.
It was given me by King Frederick.
Writing is very strict business, and I have
always bathed, dressed and fitted myself for the
court when I sat down to write. One day I wanted
a razor 'My best quartette for a razor,' I cried, and
got it. Neatness first, my mother said, and I never
you
signet of creation.
forgot
it.
How
without respect?
And
in writing,
The invention of a
that counts.
work of
fine
genius.
alism or extravagance,
it is
unnecessary,
make
it is
the
A sensational
the melody
melody is a
My good
Mozart, 'the
wrote that way.
I, sixty, he
"I learned from that young man.
of interior sincerity.
thirty,
friend,
^he
You saw
like brothers.
was
like
cheerful, alert,
Face
to
201
I consider the
greatest work.
What do you
"Wrong,
doctor.
said,
always
and you were never married?"
"the
ladies
they have
I did marry,"
Haydn
said,
with
Crash! Bang!
Boom! The
entire orchestra
cymbals,
brass,
strike
girl I loved.
was
a peasant myself, my
alty,
but for
reality.
tastes are
I loved her,
but
life,
doctor
^has it in-
Face
to
203
^my
night
last!
Do
look
happy, doctor?"
The
Important
works
on Franz Josef
Haydn
Biographical
sketches by himself; Burney's "History of Music" ; "Josef Haydn" by Arnold and C. F. Phi, "Notice Historique
et les ouvrages de Haydn" by Le Breton;
Daniel Gregory Mason's "Beethoven and His Forerun-
sur la vie
ners."
MONTEVERDE
XXVI
FACE TO FACE WITH MONTEVERDE
1567-1643
'
M'
is
house.
They
of plays.
No,
what they
it is
are calling
it isn't
The duke
new amusement
it
the Teatro di
name
Well,
be
sure,
but who ever
there are fools everywhere, to
heard of an opera house where people will go to pay
call operas.
204
strange
and
sort of entertainment?
music
affairs,
prejudiced.
And so,
in the
narrow Venetian
street,
where Saint
made
and
their
way
to the
first
house flung
its
new
"The play
is
lovers,
in the
box
in state, faintly
he
is
thus inaugurating.
my
I introduce to
known
to
you
all,
Mon-
teverde."
The maestro
tall
and
solemn.
thin,
He
tering step.
hand of
is
is
He
is
He
bows
several times,
first
kissing the
Then follow
^members of
men
the orches-
Forty men in an
orchestra! Why, the idea was unheard of! What
a confusion it would be, and how much waste of
manpower. Ha! What sayest thou?
Now for the overture Marry, though, 'tis most
agreeable to the ear, master. They all seem to fit
into their places, and to play up when the maestro
calls for the instrument to sound.
They must be
afraid of him, they follow him so perfectly,
'Tis
good, and well done the applause says.
tra !
The audience
stared aghast.
Face
to
is
rising,
my
friend,
'tis
Hush
new
part of the
its
players.
By my
troth, it
is
most engaging.
Do
you notice
make
imaginations, and to
And
acts of his
subjects
"My
of
life
friends, it
is
of them as
it is
good to
privilege of those
who
reach.
It
many
My good Maestro
whose idea of combined drama and music
field
of entertain-
and no longer
is it
reserved to
people
The
"Long
live his
Grace and
may
Monteverde."
Out of the playhouse back to his monastic cell the
musician takes his way, bent in contemplation and
praying for the wisdom and the happiness of all his
people.
We seek to talk with the priest, and are
led into the dim quietude of his stony but voluntary
retreat.
There
face
is
is
drawn and
thin,
and
his
whole manner
is
Face
to
my new
myself close to
my
Maker; while
wrote at the
and
in
my mind
my mind
is
It
night, as I
was
die.
finishing a
hundreds of
"It
was Jacopo
who was
him talk when
him,
we
called
an opera. I heard
I was a boy. He haunted the salons
of the Count Bardi and was an intimate at the court
of my beloved first master, the Duke of Mantua; he
used to say that the stage might be made more beauHe wanted to protiful with a musical setting.
the
first
to write
210 Face
to
me
a madrigal, Claudio,' 'Brush my clothes, Claudio,' 'Do me a canzonetta,' 'Oh, Claudio, my boy, write us a dance for
next week, when the Duke of Padua makes us a
visit.'
'Go ask my daughter, Claudio, what she will
to follow his orders.
'Write
wear to-night.'
"So it would go first this and then that. The
duke was a powerful man ; he was perhaps the most
intelligent ruler of the cities of Italy; he was the
famous Gonzago, and hence everything he did was
imitated and talked of.
He called me one day:
My
son,
about to occur.
Francesco de Gonzago is to be made the husband of Margarita, Infanta
of Savoy. For the event I wish something most un-
as
you know,
is
is
to be married.
!'
Then, thought I, here is the opportunity to
do an opera, such as Peri did, and the world will focus its eyes on me.
"The title of the piece was 'Arianne.' The audience was in tears at Arianne's grief. The duke and
the young couple joined in the tears. They called
me to them, the duke showered praises upon me, the
young bride kissed me on the cheek.
usual
Face
to
you that shortly after I enhad been given lessons in composition with Marc Antonio Ingenneri,
who was then maestro di capella at Mantua. But
"I neglected to
tell
we
on
writing
'That's a
harmonies
quite
bad combination of
against
his
orders.
notes, Claudiol'
he
the strings
more
trasting harmonies.
I worked, the
chestras spread.
And
"Orfeo,"
FMWkVHAIC
BELLINI
XXVII
{ONCE
My
as a boy.
my
of foods
^but
from these
213
my eyes
were
In
turned aside.
214 Face
jars, fruits
to
and
jellies stared at
termined to sample. My
always been: "Now, Charley, take only a little bit
of the sweets on your plate," but now ah, I could
eat the jelly just as I did my porridge in the morn-
dug
ing.
then
my
my
spoon into
this jar
and
that.
Just
^I
may
be
man.
is Vincenzo Bellini.
Oh, no; he is not the fashion leader, although he
might be. He is the composer, you know, of those
successful operas.
Surely.
"Norma," "Sonnam'
bula," and iothers. He is quite the lion of the hour.
See how the ladies flock about him.
Quite a dandy, oh, my. Thin, you think? Oh,
no; just slender and graceful. You like the curly
blond hair, don't you, it is so becoming; it gives such
charming contrast to the rose-tinted complexion of
the long, fine face. It gives such an air of sadness
to his person. He is very sad, is he not? His clothes
Yes, that
Face
to
Face with
215
Bellini
drooping.
Why
comedy?"
I am not of
founded on sadwhich rocks his
ness"
and Bellini heaves a sigh,
body and threatens to dislocate his
were to ask
me why
am
curls.
"If
you
do not believe I
could tell you. If you ask me whether I would
rather be diflferent than I am, I believe I would have
to answer you truthfully, no. In fact, I enjoy my
tears.
I can cry for almost anything, from the
meowing of a cat to the death of a dear friend. I
I
sad, I
2i6 Face
to
The poet
them
and
calls
not?
my
was
in
desired one,
Whenever
thought
me
like to
be
he would
assist
much,
my
have Maddelina.
Face
to
217
to talk about.
she
morning
as
is."
My
raptured.
But the
"When
the
was
three
difficulty
oh, I
so
my
father has
and
it,
so
Capuchin Church.
I held the
My
prayers.'
will learn.
He
will
Face
to
Face with
219
Bellini
music.
pupils,
"See
how Fate
my
La
He
genius at once.
Scala.
Well, there
is
Scala.
engaged
me
He
to
the story.
They cannot
get enough of
it.
People love
I give
them more
good.
That
is
we
love,
and that
220 Face
to
A
who
little
boy
then,
who
and so mixed up
melody and harmony.
licious
who never
lost
The
NOVERRE
XXVIII
THE
had
instructor to
had
fulfilled for
him
his life-
time ambition.
The Court
of Louis
XVI
221
was
lavish in
its
enter-
direction of Noverre,
produced them, and even acted in therri. The richness and sumptuousness of the mountings were all
Louis and his beautiful
that money could buy.
queen knew not how to stint the requisitions for
purchases were sent to the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Calonne.
This smiling, witty minister
never refused to honor the demand ^he borrowed on
every side and never thought of repaying it. Mil-
bills, it all
mattered
little.
It
The tempest
broke, the
mob
Face
to
223
and
Temple Bar.
"Gentlemen," said David Garrick, the elegant, in
is Jean Georges Noverre
of Paris. He comes to us from the celebrated friends
he has known so well, Frederick the Great, Voltaire,
the witty, and the litterateurs of France and Germany. Noverre is the Shakespeare, gentlemen, of
presenting the visitor, "this
the dance."
The
bowed.
tall,
handsome, Apollo-like
Despite his
fifty-five years,
figure rose
he had
An
still
and
the
aquiline nose
ing-master,
such as
it
How
prjctext.
"The
tions.
own produc-
Simonides said that 'Dancing is silent poetry' ; Homer said it was the unapproachable art; Anacreon
was always ready to dance, and Socrates, the greatest philosopher, was first to trip the light fantastic
toe at every ball.
shiped
He
it,
but wor-
it.
225
!"
"Who
'lay
to
is
make
intended
me
for the
army
^but I
My father
simply couldn't
way
forced to let
me
stand
mummery mean?
it.
"Think of Camellia coming out in a hooped pettidecked up with fantastic ribbons and
flowers, the whole appearance like a clown. Think
of Apollo in an enormous black, full-bottomed wig,
wearing a mask, with a big gold copper sun on his
breast.
The whole thing was like a puppet show."
Garrick laughed, Johnson laughed in his deep-toned
coat, her hair
The
let.
stage
is
ballet
is
picture
is
art.
"Do you
see
have had to
"When
why
fight
my own
wear their
went up a cry of holy horror: 'Whal^
masks, there
why
Face
to
227
that
is
masks.
the old,
is
We
different.
symbolic'
Yet
on removing the
When I objected to the crude costumes and
dirty, torn garments that the ballet used, I
I insisted
my successes.
If
my
known
as the
fifty ballets,
music
let
"In
for
my
day
chief
when
at a
How
sad I
felt,
forgotten
by the audience.
have
Such a
he
little egotist
day 'There
the Great,
and
Vestris.'
"Such egotism, but a good dancer that's temperHe is already wealthy and I
well, I am a poor man, who does not mind it one
bit.
I have been a gentleman, and I want to live to
the day of my death as one who lived honestly and
modestly, fighting to bring the dance to its final
ament, he thinks.
possibilities.
peal forth.
The people
hundreds of thousands of
Face
to
happier,
stronger.
Greek
it
will
It will
spirit."
229
make them
graceful
and
fMgvHM^
VERDI
XXIX
FACE TO FACE WITH VERDI
,1813-1900
THE
bird in
its flight.
and white-
Face
to
231
He
was open to
and
that
meant
all the
world.
benefactor of
man
wisdom.
had a
it all
he
Rancole, in a
was
little
Giuseppe?
a piece of meat.
grocer.
his orders.
now
dered.
is
taking the
orders.
Face
to
233
ter.
And
music, there
happiness.
wherever
seemed to the
there
is
little
is
It
He
would
He
it
listen so intently
to the Signora
and
Seventeen
melody.
by the
^hot
free scholarship to
directors
too erratic.
^you
Your
first
opera
^your
baby boy, your garret opposite La Scala the theater, the days of feverish work and hvmger, the performance, the failure. The months of hardship
that followed, the fierce fight with sickness and poverty and an opera bouffe that must be roaringly
fuimy to make people laugh. The cold nights, the
job as a pianist in a restaurant, the baby's wasting
away and
the
little
that.
Something was
make you
Face
to
write.
compose,
235
write,
write,
cried.
it
So the third opera came you wrote it half-heartedly, remember, Giuseppe? Several times you were
on the verge of throwing it out, feeding it to the
You
flames.
What's the
formance.
you thought,
it's
bound
were wrong.
who
use,
to fail.
him
called
erratic.
but
they wanted?
However
Why
critics
couldn't he write as
when
they came to
Italy, that
it
was wonderful
at first?
You
opti-
creed.
in operatic history.
And
finally,
forty
^just
growing
236 Face
to
and "Traviata"
the creations
the best.
Then out of
the
as well as heart, in
this
came to you
as well as in station
the
her
would
kiss
You
way
again, wouldn't
naive
sic,
command: "To the brilliant master of mucommand you to write me an opera, the
Verdi, I
It
must be
who showers
all
about the
Face
to
237
Came
It
full-ripened genius.
The
238 Face
to
HANDEL
XXX
FACE TO FACE WITH HANDEL
1685-1759
HE
An
English
mob
Shakespeare has
239
pictured them
240 Face
to
was
express-
mies of Handel,
his leadership
sinister efforts
cumbed
Ene-
had succeeded.
it all.
Their
suc-
How
How
them
on
What
their faces.
But
it
on a more determined
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to
241
land to-night.
come
to
make
it
here, dere
is
meto,' 'Rinaldo,'
My
audience
and
they
my
my
beloved 'Ad-
any-
I give
write a Birthday
the theater,
by the
vorld.
I take the
death-legs.
my
They
Now
am
So"?
"I
am
try to
foolish friends, I
killed.
of Musicians.
some
Creditors,
in prison.
give
Handel
dismissed
The grand
^I
go."
moved away from the window, and into the inner room, helping the servant
with the packing; doing it aimlessly, and pausing
every now and then to soliloquize.
"Perhaps the fader was righd. I should never go
into music.
old figure
Taking gare
Face
to
243
many
and he
times
What
a reception
to settle there!
the city
to live in
Ireland.
passion.
Face
Handel said
"a
Dublin
to his
what
If
good, this
Eng-
is
If
rights to
I will
first
245
little
lish.
to
it.
you
like it
make
it
lovers.
"Here we
this,
Ve
will try
Tor Unto Us
the Lamb.'
My Redeemer Liveth.'
What
was
a rehearsal
it
was, though.
This was
dealing in something bigger and mightier. Every
It
one
felt
it.
They
listened awe-struck
and couldn't
it.
the surge
brought him.
the beople.
Ve
vill
words
were, evidently thinking how near he had been to it.
And so everything was to go to charity.
The years seemed to roll away on the instant,
Handel looked younger than he had at the first public
in brison," his
performance, at forty.
world.
carried
tion,
The
"It
is sacri-
plotters refused to be
But Handel was not to be silenced or deFrom his now inspired pen came "Judas
Maccabeus" and "Saul," the two others of his trio
stilled.
feated.
of oratorios. The beauty of the music, the overpowering majesty of these religious sermons in muThe enemy was
sic, were applauded by the people.
damned. The battle was won Handel was acclaimed England's national composer.
He is standing at the window again. Always he
is looking at the people, and the green, looking on
This time he realized
life and mirroring it in music.
^but it was, too, but short-lived.
Lookhis victory
ing, gazing, drinking in the beauty of things that
something snapped his sight grew dim.
are
"How Dark, O Lord, Are Thy Ways," he wrote,
and "Grief Follows Joy as Night the Day." Then
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to
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"Total Eclipse."
But the old Titan even now won't give up.
He still plays at the organ all through Lent. And
at Easter he leads the "Messiah," playing at the
organ all wrong. But he forgets for a moment only,
rest.
He
lived."
"Handel
is
all,
Beethoven,
itself."
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