"When the angels play for God, they play Bach...but when they play for themselves, they play Mozart...and God eavesdrops.."
As I am, truly, Mozart's Girl I couldn't let this day pass without commemorating his death 219 years ago today.
I am always filled with melancholy on 5th December. I listen to his music non-stop and wonder what he could have achieved had he lived longer than his tragically short 35 years. Traditionally, my Mum & I watch the movie Amadeus on this date (I've seen it 73 times....!)Not because it's a faithful representation of his life (nor was it ever intended to be) but because it brings a little of him to us and allows us to imagine what the world may have been like with him in it. And, of course, it's filled with that sublime music.
I'm currently listening to his Sinfonia Concertante for Violin & Viola, K 364 - my favourite recording, played by the Israel Philharmonic, conducted by Zubin Mehta with Itzhak Perlman & Pinchas Zuckerman as soloists. Sheer, unadulterated heaven.
What makes him different, to me, from the other great composers? And I acknowledge that there are many others. I love Bach, some Beethoven, Schubert, Dvorak, Puccini. But Mozart, my Mozart. I find it hard to describe the effect he has on me - I have felt it for so much of my life that it's like breathing. I think maybe it's that his music encompasses & describes every facet of being a human being - joy, sadness,birth, death, marriage, hope, spirituality...and ,above all things, love. His music is suffused with love.
All I know is that he can raise my spirits and fill me with joy and longing like no one else. For that, and for so much more, I remember and thank him, especially today.
All I can tell you is that, like all of his music, it feels familiar to me.
I wish you a wonderful Sunday xoxo
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