When i am ill, when i am grouchy because of my illness and generally feeling shitty- i like to turn to dear Mozart.
Last Christmas i had a miserable case of food poisoning, and nothing could make me feel better...not even a sip of water for a miserable stomach. No, only Mozart. I listened to the String quartets and piano sonatas. His perfection, his tonic beauty and balance- it was only comfort i could get for the nearly three days of laying on a couch.
Today is a Mozart day. I play it on the piano, i listen to it now, on my laptop. He is comfort in uncomfortable times. It rests in the purity of his tonality, his harmonic/melodic balance. We hear those terms always applied to Mozart: "purity", "perfection", and before i understood tonality this made no sense to me, it just sounded like frivolous 18th century happy-music. I still refuse to give Mozart all the praise some give him, but i wont ever claim he isn’t of enormous value to my life... no matter how grouchy I am.
On Having Nippers
2 months ago
2 comments:
Mucho agreed. There is no more perfect piece of music for myself than the Overture to "Die Zauberflote" or his Haydn quartets.
If you ever need cheering up, and have to have your "classical" era music fix, look no further than Haydn's symphony 48 (the Maria Theresa).
You can thank me later.
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