Twenty years ago when the Metropolitan Opera's orchestra was in its golden age under Arturo Toscanini, a dark slip of a boy with intense brown eyes and a rapt expression was usually concealed where he could watch and hear all that transpired, not on the stage, but in the orchestra pit, where his father played a viola. The father was a Belgian. The son, Leon Barzin, had been brought up in New Orleans but the rest of his youth was to be spent in Manhattan where, by the age of 20, he had...
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