Tanglewood Tales



"A few summer weeks among mountains, a lifetime among green meadows and placid slopes, with outlines forever new, because continually fading out of the memory - such would be my sober choice."
- Nathaniel Hawthorne, Tanglewood Tales

Three generations of concert-goers have now felt the magic of Tanglewood, and whether in the Shed, on the lawn, onstage, or behind the scenes, everyone has a “Tanglewood Tale” to tell. Share yours here, in story, photo, and links to your videos that capture the memories and scenes of 75 years at Tanglewood.

During the Tanglewood season, July 6-August 26, we’ll share these “Tanglewood Tales” as part of the 75th anniversary celebration that also includes live broadcasts from the Koussevitzky Music Shed every Friday, Saturday and Sunday of the season.

See the broadcast schedule and hear concerts on-demand.

Here's a Tanglewood Tale we just received:

In the 1950s, two brothers, who had studied with Marcel Tabuteau at the Curtis Institute, held the principal oboe chair in two of America's greatest orchestras: Harold Gomberg, in the New York Philharmonic, and his younger brother, Ralph, at the BSO. My best friend Ronny Roseman (later of the Bach Aria Group and the NY Woodwind Quintet) studied with Harold in New York during the winter and Ralph during the summer at Tanglewood. I was privileged to attend many a rehearsal and concert in the Berkshires with Ronny.

What impressed me most were the opera workshops conducted by the now legendary [Boris Goldowsky. Those were the days when the Metropolitan Opera staged the classic repertoire as a showcase for the world's greatest singers. If there was any drama in the opera it was in the orchestral playing, rarely on stage: singers were wooden, moved little, over-acted or acted not at all. But up in Tanglewood, under Goldowsky's direction, what I saw for the first time was truly music drama: the thrilling combination of young people singing beautifully and acting as human beings acted in life, full of passion and emotion.

One night, as Ronny's guest, I went to see Goldowsky's workshop production of Strauss's Ariadne auf Naxos. I will never forget a scene with moving clouds projected on the cyclorama while one of his students, an unknown soprano from Mississippi, sang the title role. It may have been the night air, the scenic wonders, on stage and off, but I turned to my oboist friend and said, "Are you hearing what I am hearing?"

We both agreed: there had never been a more beautiful voice! The student? Leontyne Price.

- Norman
Stockholm, Sweden

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