The pudgy little man in smoothly fitted tails put down his baton, turned to the audience and inclined his balding head to the salvos of applause. That was in his native Jackson, Miss., where last week he conducted the stage premiere of his opera The Soldier plus his Malady of Love for a two-night stand. The next night, in black tie, he turned up in the pit of Manhattan's Lunt-Fontanne Theater, where he presided over a performance of Leroy Anderson's brassy musical Goldilocks. Four days later, in a sweatshirt, he was hovering over the orchestra that accompanied Rosalind Russell and cast...
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