It was early in Tanglewood's season, and the sounds that came out of the Berkshire woods were more cacophonous than symphonic. In the vast Music Shed, a student orchestra was rehearsing; in a nook of the carefully pruned gardens, a student agonized in solitude with his French horn. Strolling amid these sights & sounds was a short chunk of a man with a square face and a wild mane, who looked like a composer. He was—he was also guest of honor at Serge Koussevitzky's Berkshire Music Festival. His name: Arthur Honegger.
Composer Honegger, now...
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