Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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Portrait of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Mozart: The Man and the Artist…

In opera, willy-nilly, poetry must be the obedient daughter of music. Why do Italian operas please everywhere, even in Paris, as I have been a witness, despite the wretchedness of their librettos? Because in them music rules and compels us to forget everything else. All the more must an opera please in which the plot is well carried out, and the words are written simply for the sake of the music and not here and there to please some miserable rhyme, which, God knows, adds nothing to a theatrical representation but more often harms it.
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Portrait of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Mozart: The Man and the Artist…

Music was his talisman, his magic flute with which he could exorcise all the petty terrors that beset him. Has such a man and artist—one who was completely resolved in his works, and therefore still stands bodily before us with all his glorious qualities after the lapse of a century—has Mozart still something to say to us who have just stepped timidly into a new century separated by another from that of the composer?
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Portrait of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Mozart: The Man and the Artist…

Before dinner Herr Vogler dashed through my sonata prima vista. He played the first movement prestissimo, the andante allegro and the rondo prestissimo with a vengeance. As a rule, he played a different bass than the one I had written, and occasionally he changed the harmony as well as the melody. That was inevitable, for at such speed the eyes can not follow, nor the hands grasp, the music. Such playing at sight and...are all one to me. The hearers (I mean those worthy of the name) can say nothing more than they have seen music and clavier playing.
Source: Gutenberg

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