Serge Koussevitzky, brilliant, provocative conductor of the Boston Symphony Orchestra startled conservative ears last week when he gave the mad, barbaric incantation of Prokofiev's "Sept, Us sont sept"* its first and its second performance in Manhattan. For, having played the feverish chant in which the shattering tenor voice of the priest screams in frenzy to the seven horrible demons of Akkadian legend against a background of a surging, fanatical chorus as the third number on his program, he repeated it as the fifth for the better understanding of the audience.
The Seven are...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
