Aufführung der 6. Symphonie durch den Linzer Musikerbund unter Paul Günzel in einem Konzert des Brucknerbundes für Oberösterreich im Festsaal des Kaufmännischen Vereinshauses in Linz (*).

The Salt Lake Telegram Nr. 292 bringt auf S. 24(?) (= S. 4(?) des 6. Teils) ein "Interview" zum Thema "Gute Musik im Rundfunk":

"    'Sweet Mystery Of Life" Thrills Business Men

            By ROBERT A. SIMON

     Almost every business man will explain with an inexplicable degree of pride that he doesn't know much about music but that he knows what he likes. He will assert that he enjoys nothing more than "a little good music,"and to prove his contention he will allude to the many hours he spends before his loudspeaker.

     To ascertain definitely what the business man means by "a little good" music, I conferred with a harassed soul whose duty it is to design radio programs for the delectation of business men.

     "What," I inquired, "is 'a little good music'? The Mozart G minor Symphony? A Hayden quartet? A few of the lighter songs of Schubert and Brahms? Perhaps the piano music of Rachmaninoff?"

     The harassed soul shuddered and murmured "Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life."

     "Is that an answer or a title?" I demanded.

     "Both," replied the harassed soul. "When you mention Mozart or Haydn to the business man whom I must please to live, you mention something unendurably dull. Schubert and Brahms are highbrows, especially Brahms, because he wore a beard. Rachmaninoff–his name is too long.

     "You do not understand what I meant by 'little good music.' It means specifically 'Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life'."

     "A very agreeable melody," I commented.

     "The only agreeable melody–for my clients," groaned the harassed soul.

     "But don't they ever tire of it?"

     "Never. No matter how often you repeat it, the busines [sic] man remains untired."

     "Well," I suggested, "why don't you try this hypothetical business man on Moszkowski, Pierne, Rubinstein, Dvorak, Sullivan, Tschaikowsky–?"

     "Shut up!" snapped the harassed soul. "I've tried them all–from A[bt?] to Ziehrer. But it's all one. No matter what I offer, it's not so good as "Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life'."

     "Cheer up," I ventured. "Your clients mighet [sic] be addicted to Bruckner symphonies."

     "Bruckner symphonies!" repeated the harassed soul.

     A hopeful look came over him.

     "That's an idea," he said earnestly. "Tell me–are they anything like 'Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life'?"

     They gave him musicotherapy treatment at the hospital, but his recovery was slow. The doctors couldn't undrstand [sic] it. Weren't they playing for him a charming, tender melody? What could be more soothing than "Ah! Sweet Mystery of Life"? "

[siehe die Anmerkung] (**).