Great Music From Chicago: Doctor Bat (Die Fledermaus) [1961]

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The very graceful looking lamp, made of curves, is covered with iron ornamentation.

Actually, you don't see street lamps like this anymore.

Their gas light illuminated another place and another time, such as this place and this time.

Now this is an out of the way square in Imperial Vienna.

The year is about 1860.

And over there is a costume shop.

Behind that flows the Danube, when it was still blue.

And in a few minutes, dawn will break over this gay and improbable city.

And with it will begin the gay and improbable story of De Flatermouse, the bat.

Now our story will be told through the sweep of the dance.

Our actors, members of the Ruth Page Ballet.

For the next full hour then, an adventure into ballet on great music from Chicago.

Choreographed by Ruth Page, conducted by Neil Cain, and directed for television by Richard Dorsuch, great music from Chicago presents Dr.

Bat, a ballet adaptation of Johann Strauss opera De Flatermouse.

In a moment, our ballet story begins.

As dawn pauses down the street a few blocks, it's rather hard to imagine that this idyllic silence is about to be shattered by not one, but two riotous groups of revelers.

First, Eisenstein, who should have been home with his wife hours ago, enters with his entourage of all -night celebrators.

And then later, his great friend Dr.

Falky reels onto the scene with two more nameless, but not necessarily guileless girls.

Certainly the last to suspect any of this is the gentle little proprietor of this costume shop, who just now is about to awaken and greet what he believes will be another impeccable Viennese day.

So ends Act One, with Dr.

Falky angrily contemplating his revenge on his sometime friend, Eisenstein, a revenge which we shall see developing as Act Two begins in just a moment.

The dance is among the oldest forms of human expression.

Essentially in dancing, the body speaks.

The language may be stately and ritualistic, or it may, as on this occasion, batter in the light and frivolous language of gay spirits and delightful foolery.

The ballet, as we know it, originated in Europe about the beginning of the 17th century.

True, it had its origin in the medieval court pageant and religious processional, but at first in Italy, then in the royal courts and for the private entertainment of the nobility, the ballet took on the gaiety and make -believe of the court masque.

Since the ballet began as a brilliant presentation in the great houses, it demanded the service of skilled directors.

Exceptional musicians were engaged to provide the finest orchestral accompaniment.

Ballet has always carried with it an atmosphere of cultivated taste and special elegance.

As an art form and as a narrative device, ballet was soon seen on the operatic stage.

By the early 18th century, the ballerina had taken her place upon the public stage.

An earlier tradition actually had barred women performers from the theater, as it does in China today.

By the 19th century, the golden century of ballet, freedom of costume and casting, staging and movement, gave the ballet outstanding movement and pictorial beauty.

The Russian ballet made its brilliant impact upon the Western world in the first decades of the 20th century.

The present ballet adaptation is, of course, the frothiest of stories and in the gayest of moods.

Its climax, appropriately, a mass revel, because in exactly such a revel, we may expect the most improbable complications.

The work is carefree, animated, exactly as worldly and witty as we might expect Vienna to be.

And now in the boudoir of Eisenstein's wife, Rosalinda, the maid utters that classic feminine response upon receiving an invitation to the ball.

But I simply haven't a thing to wear.

Otto the Ballet tries to console her by offering her the mistress clothes.

Soon Dr.

Falka's revenge takes shape as he manipulates the invitations to the masked ball so as to send the Ballet with Rosalinda and the maid with Eisenstein, all unknown to each other.

In the meantime, the Ballet and the maid console each other with their dreams of grandeur.

The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet The Ballet Johann Josef and Edward Strauss, sons of the Viennese composer and conductor, Johann Strauss the Elder, set the world to dancing Viennese waltzes for a half century and more after 19 -year -old Johann took over his father's orchestra in 1844.

Johann the Younger went on to become the waltz king.

He was indeed the most popular dance conductor in Europe during the closing decades of the 19th century.

He was a kind of musical spokesman, an ambassador for Vienna.

He and his music represented all the charm and the elegance and the sophistication of the Habsburg capital.

Strauss was no flamboyant virtuoso, as was Liszt, no enormously controversial figure, as was Wagner.

Even so, he was a carefully trained and highly talented musician.

He was, among other things, a stout champion of Wagner when Tannhäuser and Lohengrin were under popular and critical fire.

He admired Liszt.

He freely acknowledged his debt to the fiery Hungarian.

But his talents did not resemble the dramatic gifts of the one nor the presence of the other.

Strauss took over the waltz as a kind of undeveloped musical province.

In form and content, he perfected it, beginning with the simple native form Strauss made of the cheerful Austrian dance, no more, no less than all the great masters made of their own folk materials.

He made it an enduring work of art.

He wrote light music, indeed, he wrote primarily for dancing, but he wrote in accents and terms of grace and genius.

Brilliant, melodic, fresh, and daring.

Next, we're to hear a Strauss sequence from, of all settings, a conventional masked ball.

Enter Dr.

Falkke as the ballmaster, gleefully awaiting the culmination of his plot and the embarrassment of his tormentor of the costume shop square, Herr Eisenstein.

For what could be more embarrassing than to discover that the woman with whom you've been flirting is none other than your wife, or to have the maid discover that the man with their mistress is none other than her own fiancé, the ballad? As Dr.

Falkke welcomes his guests, he knows that the machinery of this plot is irrevocably turning, and the triumph of the bat's revenge is his.

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