This was Toscanini’s third season as Music Director 
          of the NBC Orchestra and this CD is the opening concert recorded in 
          the autumn of 1939 before a select audience in Symphony Hall at Radio 
          City. The recording derives from a collection owned by Richard Blaine 
          Gardner, a recording engineer and editor with whom Toscanini worked 
          at RCA Victor. Copies of these tapes and discs were in turn passed down 
          to Richard Caniell between 1949 and 1983, who subjected them to restorative 
          processes, though retaining both the unfiltered sound and the original 
          acoustics. One can only commend him and his team at Guild for their 
          exemplary and painstaking work, for the result is very fine, and elsewhere 
          in their catalogue music-lovers of an operatic disposition should explore 
          their recent issues of Wagner, Mozart and Mussorgsky also reviewed on 
          this website. 
        
 
        
When radio and recordings got into their stride in 
          the 1930s all sorts of prophets of doom began to be heard eliciting 
          hostile cries from musicians afraid of being put out of work. The American 
          Federation of Musicians, the American Society of Composers, Authors 
          and Publishers fretted and warned their members of the threat to careers 
          and demise of the concert. In fact the opposite occurred, for as more 
          homes were equipped with radios, more people listened to symphonic broadcasts, 
          more orchestras then took to the air, and attendance at concerts leaped 
          to an all-time high, especially during the war when entertainment was 
          more vital than ever. 
        
 
        
The programme of this concert in many ways typifies 
          the Maestro’s music-making, beginning with the more predictable Schubert 
          and Strauss but followed by a surprising choice of a work by Haydn (though 
          this composer’s symphonies were often found in Toscanini’s programmes) 
          and concluding with Respighi’s tamperings, Stokowski-style, with Bach. 
          Toscanini lingers over his Schubert in a brooding interpretation, whilst 
          sunlight pours into his Haydn. The Sinfonia Concertante may be a comparative 
          rarity but it is always a good work for an orchestra to put four of 
          its principal players under the spotlight. Though unnamed in the booklet 
          they are in fact Robert Bloom (oboe), William Polesi (bassoon), Mischa 
          Mischakoff (violin), and Frank Miller (cello), who did indeed hold their 
          respective chairs as principal players in the NBC Orchestra at the time. 
          Toscanini’s Strauss has clarity in the orchestral playing, rhythmic 
          tension, concentrated sweep of phrasing, burning passion, beauty and 
          tenderness in the love music and power at the climaxes, in short the 
          finest playing that day. Respighi’s somewhat distortedly pompous and 
          over-pretentious, cloying view of the wonderful Passacaglia by Bach 
          is a curiosity, but nothing more. 
        
 
        
Whatever one’s view of Toscanini, his podium manner 
          or his music-making, whether his phrasing is at times too breathless 
          or over-expansive, he was a supreme conductor whose concerts preserved 
          as this one has been (and with hopefully more to come) make essential 
          listening. 
        
 
        
        
Christopher Fifield