I had not heard this mass since I was a boy soprano ,where our then choirmaster was nick named Windmill
due to the energy he exerted waving his arms around. He was equally formidable in administering the cane to any boy not paying sufficient attention.Conductor Elts did not fail in this respect, although not as expansive for his controlled performance with prods, pushes and pulls. His movements at times often resembled the sensual movement of a lover's hand on the loved one thigh. Unfortunately this was not enough to lift the strength of the female section of the choir above the ever present volume of the orchestra. But despite this shortcoming the performance was highly memorable.
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