August 10, 2009

The divine spark, unappreciated.

Dearest Wolfgang.
Well, you know what that opening line usually foretells. Yes, it’s time to part ways. We have spent a weekend in very close proximity with very few interruptions (if you can consider a CD player and driver close). I have listened intently (no distractions through the Central Valley) and analyzed objectively, and finally concluded, that because you were so perfect in your art, you have been, delicately put, overexposed.

I know you worked out a solution to the conflict between polyphony and the gallant manner and went on to achieve a new synthesis. You became a superior technician and an aristocrat of style. No heavy tread, no broad laughter. Your folk airs were stylized, and when you laughed, it was seldom hysterical. Your work often suggests a distance, a certain detachment. Despite that-or because of it-you attained matchless beauty. You went on to become the most famous prodigy in history, and I think your character always retained an immature side; a fondness for pranks and crude jokes, a certain vanity, a naïveté about women-in your private life-if not in your art. You died tragically young, at an age when others are just about to begin their careers.

I promised the teacher to make an effort, and I can say, I have. Nevertheless, it is just no good.

Your music was applied in so many other mediums that it is impossible to exorcise those images from my mind, and frankly, in some instances have turned me off completely.

How so, you ask. Take your Clarinet Concerto in A, the exquisite Adagio movement, and what does my inner eye reveal, Robert Redford tripping trough Kenya's savannah. And the piano concerto No.21, do I dare say it the ‘Elvira Madigan’ movement, you know that one too. And it is because your music adapts itself so perfectly it makes it impossible for me to separate them from the images. But, the coup mortel you dealt to me when I listened to your “Laudate Dominum”.  I played at a friend’s memorial service. I was reduced to a major sobbing. Quite a sight I presented to the concerned Highway Patrol officer. I told him I had a good cry and he said he understood. What a sweet man. I am not finished. Last, but not least the movie Amadeus, for better or for worse, has cast your personality in concrete. All I hear is that uproarious laugh.

So, you see, the fault is entirely mine. Please, no “Donner und Blitzen” that belongs to another colleague anyway.

Your incompetent interpreter, Ms Edna.


'the teacher' said...

I suspect, this posting was intented not only for Wolfgang, but also for me. Right?
Duly noted. I hear your pain. We will start anew. Someone to you liking, perhaps?

Anonymous said...

Great post

Charles and Angela from Salzburg said...

Well, no Mozart from you then.
I will console myself eating Mozart Kugeln of my Mozart plate whilst enjoying
Mozart's "Così fan tutte
ossia la scuola degli amanti"
at the Festival.

Anonymous said...

If you are as adept in your music
as you are with your postings,
then I am not convinced that
Herr Mozart is going to forgive you
forsaking him for others.
And judging from your writing
I would venture you are a
perfect match to his music.

a blogger too said...

thank you for this escape
i just endured an hour of news
and this blog is such relief
thank you, thank you, thank you...

Ms Capshaw said...

I am so glad you are posting.
We need you so much. Thanks.

your CAL TECH fan club said...

Just in case we have not voiced
our appreciation lately
let us make it clear

a Wolfie groupie said...

10 Wolfies for your post


Rocher said...

wow, the laudate for cello. got a recording?

Amadeus said...

here we go

CAL ARTS student said...

has been set

For Soprano and String quartet

Alistair said...


this was a memorial service recording for her friend Brigitte. Please ask Ms Edna, if she won't object for to have a copy.

Rocher said...

Thank you Ms Edna.
Since it was recorded in France
no copy write violations will be committed.
Judging from the your remark
on the music in the “Painted Veil”
are you partial to Satie?

Ms Edna said...

you are welcome

nothing ambiguous about this declaration-
“the incomparable Erik Satie”

love this post said...

thanks, this is delightful. i love your reference to the laudate dominum, it was my grandfathers favorite piece of music and we played it at his funeral (follow the link). nobody was unmoved.