The curtain of Manhattan's City Center opened on a ballet seta large, white Chopin medallion suspended like a full moon against velvety blackness but the first figure the audience saw, a hefty man in swallowtail coat, headed across the stage to play Chopin on a grand piano. Yet it was a ballet after all, a new one called The Concert. Made up of Choreographer Jerome (Peter Pan) Robbins' irreverent ideas of what might go on in a listener's wandering mind during a musical evening, it turned out to be the funniest farce in a...
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