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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYAR3g-eCp7ImA9WxBSFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240</id><updated>2009-12-22T18:49:06.650+01:00</updated><title>The Official Weblog of Wolfgang Amadè Mozart</title><subtitle type="html">Formerly "Mozart's Own Website", Wolfgang Mozart has joined the blogging world, sharing his unique humor and insights while bantering with his visitors.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PrimaLaMusica" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYAR3g-cCp7ImA9WxBSFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-4982827399164728713</id><published>2009-12-22T08:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:49:06.658+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-22T18:49:06.658+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All in a Day" /><title>A Busy Season, as Ever</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SzB32pqQrXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Ess3ASGwd4g/s1600-h/mozart2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SzB32pqQrXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Ess3ASGwd4g/s200/mozart2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is not a season for indolence if you are a musician! The Christmas season here in Vienna has always been a particularly challenging one for me, but the Punsch stands, street musicians, and even the snowy weather fortify me as I run from lesson to recital to dinner party to cafe. How I love this time of year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-4982827399164728713?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/4982827399164728713/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=4982827399164728713" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/4982827399164728713?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/4982827399164728713?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-season-as-ever.html" title="A Busy Season, as Ever" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SzB32pqQrXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Ess3ASGwd4g/s72-c/mozart2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMNRHk7fSp7ImA9WxBSEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-8575507885764052847</id><published>2009-12-18T04:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:38:15.705+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-18T04:38:15.705+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Important Dates" /><title>Frohe Weihnachten!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Syr4lAqi_EI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HQHh4iQMRmM/s1600-h/xmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Syr4lAqi_EI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HQHh4iQMRmM/s200/xmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While dashing thither and yon about the city during this busy Holiday season, I have chided myself most stringently for not writing to you, my good and patient readers. You will not begrudge your old friend for not carving out the time to leave an entry these several weeks I pray, for you see, a man must put bread on his table, as well as provide a place for that table to indeed sit!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This simple card will, I hope, remind you that you are ever in my mind regardless of what I am doing. I send you my warmest and most heartfelt wishes and prayers for a blessed and happy Christmas and the jolliest of New Years.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am ever your friend,&lt;br /&gt;
Wolfg. Mozart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-8575507885764052847?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/8575507885764052847/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=8575507885764052847" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/8575507885764052847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/8575507885764052847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/12/frohe-weihnachten.html" title="Frohe Weihnachten!" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Syr4lAqi_EI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HQHh4iQMRmM/s72-c/xmas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAMSHo4fip7ImA9WxNbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-5473864630029804403</id><published>2009-11-12T05:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T05:39:49.436+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T05:39:49.436+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ask Mozart" /><title>Photograph of My Wife?</title><content type="html">Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been scouring your fabulous blog, and correct me if I have missed it, but there is a rumor that your wife has a photograph of her, circulating about the internet. What do you know about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci,&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" color="#800000" width="50%"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mademoiselle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You may be referring to the following likeness. I, however cannot attest to its authenticity, for by that I time I was... away!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your servant,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WAM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SvuRVIijkhI/AAAAAAAAAfc/13sFuaMLb_U/s1600-h/Constanze_mozart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SvuRVIijkhI/AAAAAAAAAfc/13sFuaMLb_U/s320/Constanze_mozart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-5473864630029804403?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/5473864630029804403/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=5473864630029804403" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/5473864630029804403?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/5473864630029804403?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/11/photograph-of-my-wife.html" title="Photograph of My Wife?" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SvuRVIijkhI/AAAAAAAAAfc/13sFuaMLb_U/s72-c/Constanze_mozart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUBR3w8eip7ImA9WxNUGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-166481001625757940</id><published>2009-11-10T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:30:56.272+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-10T18:30:56.272+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Weblogs" /><title>I Have Achieved the Top 100</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SvmjOmTGIYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/v2FTzRLT1Mc/s1600-h/golden-spur-placca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SvmjOmTGIYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/v2FTzRLT1Mc/s320/golden-spur-placca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have only just learned that this weblog has received the singular honor of being named one of the &lt;a href="http://www.onlinecourses.org/2009/11/09/100-best-blogs-for-the-literati/"&gt;100 Best Blogs for the Literati&lt;/a&gt;. Truly, I could not be happier. Please pay them a visit and peruse the other blogs and sites on the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-166481001625757940?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/166481001625757940/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=166481001625757940" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/166481001625757940?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/166481001625757940?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-achieved-top-100.html" title="I Have Achieved the Top 100" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SvmjOmTGIYI/AAAAAAAAAfU/v2FTzRLT1Mc/s72-c/golden-spur-placca.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4NRXo-fyp7ImA9WxNUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-2422288335572875809</id><published>2009-11-09T07:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:09:54.457+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T07:09:54.457+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amadeus Award" /><title>The Amadeus Award: Enfilade</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Svex83GN98I/AAAAAAAAAfE/L-HEAc_jpCg/s1600-h/award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Svex83GN98I/AAAAAAAAAfE/L-HEAc_jpCg/s400/award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401981937194497986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am honoured to bestow this award to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://enfilade18thc.wordpress.com"&gt;Enfilade&lt;/a&gt;, a "serial newsletter for the Historians of Eighteenth-Century Art &amp;amp; Architecture".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excellent weblog and is a vast store of information and knowledge. Please pay a visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-2422288335572875809?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/2422288335572875809/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=2422288335572875809" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/2422288335572875809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/2422288335572875809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/11/amadeus-award-enfilade.html" title="The Amadeus Award: Enfilade" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Svex83GN98I/AAAAAAAAAfE/L-HEAc_jpCg/s72-c/award.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEAQn08eyp7ImA9WxNbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-5495277847727637829</id><published>2009-11-03T21:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T05:37:23.373+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-12T05:37:23.373+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ask Mozart" /><title>The Adelaide Concerto</title><content type="html">Dear Mr. Mozart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be most interested to hear your views about the composition described as your Adelaide Concerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours most sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Twaklin of Adelaide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I adore your music and have begun a correspondence with other admirers of your work. A published volume is at &lt;a href="http://mozarty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mozarty&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;hr size="1" color="#800000" width="50%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Twalkin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That someone penned a piece and passed it off as something of mine is really rather amusing. In my experience, it has always been the other way around. I once lent my hand on a symphony by Michael Haydn (brother of Franz Joseph) when he was ill. It pleased me no end to know that Archbishop Colloredo, indeed the entire town applauded something, not knowing it was partly by me, their detested prodigal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although this concerto is a good piece, it contains a few places where I feel like kicking it into motion; some of it is a little too pedantic for my taste. I hope the Casadesus brothers enjoyed themselves turning out hoaxes like this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ihr Freund in der Musik,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wolfg. Mozart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. I have added your blog to my list in the left sidebar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-5495277847727637829?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/5495277847727637829/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=5495277847727637829" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/5495277847727637829?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/5495277847727637829?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/11/adelaide-concerto.html" title="The Adelaide Concerto" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYGSH09cSp7ImA9WxNUEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-5792742484717664783</id><published>2009-10-31T20:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:25:29.369+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-31T20:25:29.369+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Capriccio" /><title>Let's Have Some Fun</title><content type="html">I have created a new poll for your amusement. Please feel free to lodge your answer and I will post the results after it closes on New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-5792742484717664783?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/5792742484717664783/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=5792742484717664783" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/5792742484717664783?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/5792742484717664783?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-have-some-fun.html" title="Let's Have Some Fun" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNQno7eSp7ImA9WxNUEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-6170770815815338959</id><published>2009-10-31T20:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:13:13.401+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-31T20:13:13.401+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ask Mozart" /><title>Zaide</title><content type="html">Hello Maestro Mozart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy your blog! I was wondering why you didn't finish the opera, &lt;i&gt;Zaide&lt;/i&gt;? I enjoy all of your genre of work, and I think that the aria &lt;i&gt;Ruhe sanft&lt;/i&gt; was really beautiful! Did something get in the way of finishing &lt;i&gt;Zaide&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" color="#800000" width="50%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Tamara,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I began work on &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zaide in Salzburg, in 1780. Emperor Joseph II was in the process of establishing his German Company, and I thought that I might curry his favor if I composed something in our native language. I was summoned to Munich, however, to compose &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Idomeneo for the Carnival season, and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zaide had to be abandoned.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Immediately after, I was called to Vienna, where I received a commission for a comedy Singspieler for the German Company. I selected a libretto by Bretzner, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Die Entführung aus dem Serail. The story was not all that different from &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zaide and, hiring Stephanie to make some adaptations, I completed the piece, which was performed to great success, thus establishing my reputation in Vienna as a superior composer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because the original title of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zaide was &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Das Serail, it is easy to see how it developed beyond my original concept.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am pleased that you enjoy my blog and I remain,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Friend in Music,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;W.A. Mozart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-6170770815815338959?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/6170770815815338959/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=6170770815815338959" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/6170770815815338959?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/6170770815815338959?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/10/zaide.html" title="Zaide" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHQ3g8eip7ImA9WxNWGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-5382953624265173359</id><published>2009-10-19T20:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:48:52.672+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T20:48:52.672+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ask Mozart" /><title>The Harpsichord</title><content type="html">Dear Wolfgang -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the piano is your main instrument but do you still occasionally play the harpsichord? (I'm listening to a CD of harpsichord music and this question came about as a result.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr size="1" color="#800000" width="50%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Kathy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I try very hard not to be anywhere near a harpsichord; since ongoing advancements of the fortepiano took hold, there is no reason for me to be. This is not to say that I do not value it as an instrument, it is just that it sounds so terribly old-fashioned and it longer appeals to me due to its limitations in sonority and voices. I suppose that there must be some quaint nostalgia where modern ears are concerned, but to my own, it is the sound of my youth and, because I am a forward-thinking man, I prefer to keep up with the new and innovative designs of the fortepiano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Wolfg.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-5382953624265173359?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/5382953624265173359/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=5382953624265173359" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/5382953624265173359?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/5382953624265173359?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/10/harpsichord.html" title="The Harpsichord" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMNR3w8eyp7ImA9WxNWFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-1650437372963008249</id><published>2009-10-13T09:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:04:56.273+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-13T19:04:56.273+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Capriccio" /><title>I Attend the Ball at Willow Manor</title><content type="html">What a glorious evening I had at the &lt;a href="http://willowmanor.blogspot.com/2009/10/2nd-annual-willow-manor-dance.html"&gt;2nd Annual Willow Manor Ball&lt;/a&gt;! I confess that I arrived a little late, due to the extra care Primus gave to they styling of my peruke, but it did not seem to matter, for guests came and went at leisure until the small hours of the morning. How does Her Ladyship manage to keep that much champagne available, I wonder. Here are some pictures for your amusement (pray, take no note of indiscrepancies, this is all in good fun according to Her Ladyship's edict):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQju7ncfOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/-y4E31OotQ0/s1600-h/coach.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQju7ncfOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/-y4E31OotQ0/s320/coach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was this not a fine way to arrive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQj-8Y5heI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-FDsckGtWJQ/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQj-8Y5heI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-FDsckGtWJQ/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Immediately I entered the manor, a glass of fine champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was placed in my hand. I think my charming Hostess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knows my predilections all too well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQmegpn5BI/AAAAAAAAAeE/l15pZlSjFeQ/s1600-h/minuet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQmegpn5BI/AAAAAAAAAeE/l15pZlSjFeQ/s200/minuet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I danced a flirtatious minuet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the lovely &lt;a href="http://lynette-awindowtomysoul.blogspot.com/2009/10/willow-manner-ball.html"&gt;Lynette&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQmzN7rafI/AAAAAAAAAeM/FGDQW1208HU/s1600-h/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQmzN7rafI/AAAAAAAAAeM/FGDQW1208HU/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...took a brief rest to speak with my Sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQnDtBRiDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MZX8zc89lqU/s1600-h/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQnDtBRiDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MZX8zc89lqU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...was quite overwhelmed when La Storace sang for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQnSuOkr0I/AAAAAAAAAec/BYd2MSOqfKI/s1600-h/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQnSuOkr0I/AAAAAAAAAec/BYd2MSOqfKI/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...entertained the company from Her Ladyship's excellent fortepiano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQncyJ374I/AAAAAAAAAek/WD8CwZJNVqY/s1600-h/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQncyJ374I/AAAAAAAAAek/WD8CwZJNVqY/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...committed a little innocent horseplay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQnmRCSNUI/AAAAAAAAAes/MIhubKgRFPI/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQnmRCSNUI/AAAAAAAAAes/MIhubKgRFPI/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...joined some other musicians for a portrait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQnyQvaK5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/99NTG5Y-07g/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQnyQvaK5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/99NTG5Y-07g/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and then settled into a friendly game of cards... or several.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess that I do not remember returning home, but when I awoke in my wing chair, my face was covered with lip rouge kiss-marks and a note was pinned to my jacket. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Please see that Herr Mozart makes it home safe and sound,&lt;br /&gt;and in one piece. He has been a naughty boy, but then,&lt;br /&gt;we expected no less of him! Bravo, Maestrino!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to add that the guest I enjoyed meeting most was none other than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StSwWaT7CVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/okqdTx9Scjw/s1600-h/Barack_Me_Amadeus-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StSwWaT7CVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/okqdTx9Scjw/s320/Barack_Me_Amadeus-sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392128552935819602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-1650437372963008249?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/1650437372963008249/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=1650437372963008249" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/1650437372963008249?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/1650437372963008249?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-attend-ball-at-willow-manor.html" title="I Attend the Ball at Willow Manor" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/StQju7ncfOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/-y4E31OotQ0/s72-c/coach.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUARX84fCp7ImA9WxNXGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-5225880857423780609</id><published>2009-10-06T20:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:17:24.134+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T22:17:24.134+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Weblogs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Capriccio" /><title>I Have Been Invited to a Ball</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SsuR0HCXqnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/P7PE62sOmSE/s1600-h/willow+manor+ball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SsuR0HCXqnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/P7PE62sOmSE/s320/willow+manor+ball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dear friend, who is known to her public only as "Willow" will soon be holding her &lt;a href="http://willowmanor.blogspot.com/2009/10/2nd-annual-willow-manor-dance.html"&gt;Second Annual Willow Manor Bal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://willowmanor.blogspot.com/2009/10/2nd-annual-willow-manor-dance.html"&gt;l&lt;/a&gt; on the 13th of this month at, of course, Willow Manor. I attended last year and had such a wonderful time that I marked this year's date on my calender in advance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her Ladyship always has the best musicians, the finest food and drink, and the most charming and noted guests; the gowns and suits alone are worth going! One can expect to see many celebrities from all times in history dancing, conversing, and who knows what else! I fully intend to ask a number of celebrated beauties to a turn around the dance floor and, hopefully, to sit out a few so that I may entertain the company from the musicians' loft. I can always count on Her Ladyship to have the latest and best pianoforte at my disposal,&lt;br /&gt;
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Any period of dress is welcome, but I think that I shall stick to my own and wear the following suit. Being now in the later part of the year, the dark color is entirely appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-5225880857423780609?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/5225880857423780609/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=5225880857423780609" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/5225880857423780609?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/5225880857423780609?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-been-invited-to-ball.html" title="I Have Been Invited to a Ball" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SsuR0HCXqnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/P7PE62sOmSE/s72-c/willow+manor+ball.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ECSXYzeip7ImA9WxNXEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-6770942745104584820</id><published>2009-09-28T20:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:14:28.882+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-28T20:14:28.882+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Critiques" /><title>Of Course, I Now Must Have One</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SsD5_9Und1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/XMoZwwnhZdY/s1600-h/05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SsD5_9Und1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/XMoZwwnhZdY/s200/05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I attended a recital which purpose was to introduce Anton Walter's latest creation, an updated fortepiano that now renders my beloved 1780 model obsolete. Due to a slightly expanded keyboard and a walnut case, the sound is larger and the colors more resonant. The lowest register sounds like a great storm when played &lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;fortissimo&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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The pianist's execution was not without its flaws, but no one was there to see him anyway--it was really the instrument that everyone came to hear. He played two sonatas by my old friend, Haydn, and a sonata by a new, young composer whom I predict will make a name for himself in a few years. Imagine my surprise when the second half of the recital opened with my &lt;i&gt;Nine Variations on a Minuet of Duport&lt;/i&gt;! The Haydn pieces were charming. I remember him playing his Sonata in C-sharp Minor for me a few years ago, but I'd hadn't heard the newer piece, a Fantasia/Capriccio in C Major. Delightful!&lt;br /&gt;
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And now I must close so that I can figure out how, exactly, to break the news of this instrument to my money lender.&lt;br /&gt;
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Addio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-6770942745104584820?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/6770942745104584820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=6770942745104584820" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/6770942745104584820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/6770942745104584820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-of-course-i-must-have-one.html" title="Of Course, I Now Must Have One" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SsD5_9Und1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/XMoZwwnhZdY/s72-c/05.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcFQnYzfCp7ImA9WxNRFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-8794720632414661208</id><published>2009-09-11T09:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:26:53.884+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-11T09:26:53.884+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ask Mozart" /><title>On the Subject of My Sister</title><content type="html">Dear Amadéo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have probably heard people thank you a lot of times for your music. Majestic, sometimes light and breezy, depending on the song. You take the simplest melody and turn it into a huge masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were child and went on tours with your sister, was it you who got the most attention? Did Nannerl possess the great talent as you? Is it true that your father denied her the attention he gave you, despite her talent and wish to become great like you? Perhaps she wasn't as interested as you, or it wasn't as suitable for a girl as a boy to become a great composer in your time. I would like learn more about your sister, how she behaved when you, how should I put it, were favored? Was she happy for your sake, or secretly jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your admirer forever&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr color="#800000" size="1" width="50%"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Beatrice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First of all, thank you for the multitude of compliments with which you have so generously lavished me. I strive only to compose the best music that I know how. That it pleases you makes me a happy man indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My sister was very talented, gifted even, but she did not apply herself to music as assiduously as did I. She was not "bitten by the bug", you see, and did not possess the ambition that I did when we were young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Despite the fact that few 18th century women composers are celebrated today, there were many, in fact. Unfortunately, the world still seems to pay more attention to men. Nannerl could have been an accomplished composer, taking her place alongside Marianne von Martinez, Maria Theresia von Paradis, and Anna Amalia, Princess of Prussia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is true that our father focused his attention on me after a certain point in our lives, his doing so was not solely because I was "more important" as a male, but because Nannerl did not wish to take her career any farther; Nannerl did not like to travel. If my sister ever felt feelings of jealousy, she never visited them upon me. If you are interested in finding out more about Nannerl, there are a number of books about her, a fine one being "Mozart's Sister" by Rita Charbonnier. You will find a link to her website in my left-hand sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I send you thanks and I am pleased to remain&lt;br /&gt;Your friend in music,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wolfgang Am. Mzt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-8794720632414661208?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/8794720632414661208/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=8794720632414661208" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/8794720632414661208?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/8794720632414661208?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-subject-of-my-sister.html" title="On the Subject of My Sister" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GSH89cCp7ImA9WxNTEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-1010752682314715644</id><published>2009-08-12T08:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:17:09.168+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-12T08:17:09.168+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ask Mozart" /><title>My Longest Orchestral Piece</title><content type="html">Dear Mozart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the longest orchestral piece you've written, outside of your symphonies?&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Watts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr color="#800000" size="1" width="50%"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My very dear Mr. Watts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret that it has taken me this long to respond to your letter. I have been unusually busy this summer and have only this week found the time to catch up on my correspondence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by a March in D Major (K.249), my "Haffner" Serenade is my longest orchestral piece, its duration being about an hour and 10 minutes. It has eight movements, including two andantes, one rondo (although the second andante is in rondo form), three minuets, an opening, and finale. Moreover, the second through the fourth movements form a miniature violin concerto. It is scored for pairs of flutes, oboes, bassoons, trumpets, horns, timpani, and strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray this answers your question and I remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your humble and obedient servant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-1010752682314715644?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/1010752682314715644/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=1010752682314715644" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/1010752682314715644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/1010752682314715644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-longest-orchestral-piece.html" title="My Longest Orchestral Piece" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIMRXo9eip7ImA9WxJUEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-7780705608445106145</id><published>2009-07-10T08:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:16:24.462+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-10T08:16:24.462+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Capriccio" /><title>A Prodigious Starling</title><content type="html">I am pleased to introduce you to Poppy, a starling much like my own Herr Starl, but with a singularly interesting life story. Recently, I received a letter from Poppy's "mother", Lisa, who is a great admirer of my work -- so much so that she has taught Poppy to whistle &lt;i&gt;Eine kleine Nachtmusik&lt;/i&gt;. Astounding! You can hear it for yourself below. &lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/%20http://www.poppythebird.com"&gt;Poppy also has his own website&lt;/a&gt;. Please pay him a visit to read the story of his miraculous rescue and to find out more about his talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h6BsviYdeAQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h6BsviYdeAQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-7780705608445106145?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/7780705608445106145/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=7780705608445106145" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/7780705608445106145?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/7780705608445106145?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/07/prodigious-starling.html" title="A Prodigious Starling" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8NQHc8fSp7ImA9WxJVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-940744791970026899</id><published>2009-07-06T21:25:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:34:51.975+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T21:34:51.975+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Everyday Things" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letters" /><title>Letter From a Brother to a Sister</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SlJJvL47nnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/L6oYcE-PTzI/s1600-h/nannerl_wolfgang_HWSchultz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SlJJvL47nnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/L6oYcE-PTzI/s400/nannerl_wolfgang_HWSchultz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma très chère Sœur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very glad that the ribbons were to your taste. I will find out the price of the ribbons, both the painted and the unpainted. At present I do not know it, since Frau von Auerhammer, who had the kindness to procure them for me, refused to take any payment, but begged me to give you all possible civil messages from her, unacquainted though you are, and to say that she would be bery glad at any time to be able to do you any favour. Dearest Sister! I recently wrote in a letter to our dear father that if you would like anything from Vienna, be it what it might, it would be a real pleasure to me to serve you. I now repeat it, with the addition that I should be very grieved if I heard that you had given your commissions to anyone else in Vienna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heartily glad that you are well. I, too, thank God, am well and happy. My sole entertainment is the theatre. I wish you could see a tragedy acted here! I do not know any theatre where all kinds of plays are really well performed; but here every role, even the least, is well cast and understudied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should very much like to know how things are going between you and a certain good friend you wrote of? Do write to me about it! Or have I lost your confidence in this matter? In any case, pray write to me often, when you have nothing better to do, be it understood, for I shall be glad of news sometimes, and you are the living protocol of Salzburg, for you write down everything that occurs, and so to please me you might write it down a second time! But you must not be angry if, from time to time, I leave you long without an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As regards something new for the Klavier, I may tell you that I am about to lave four sonatas engraved. Those in C and B flat are among them, and the other two are only new. Then I have written three arias with variations which I could send you, of course, but I think it is hardly worth the trouble, and would rather wait till I have more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the Marksmen's Club dinner will soon be held. I beg you &lt;i&gt;solemniter&lt;/i&gt; to drink the health of a true marksman! Should the talk turn on me, write to me of it and I will have a target painted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now fare you well, dearest, best of sisters, and be assured that I shall ever remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your true friend and brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wolfgang Amadé Mozart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The paintings were made by my excellent friend, Henryette Weijmar Schultz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.hmws.nl/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Please be sure to visit her online gallery!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-940744791970026899?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/940744791970026899/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=940744791970026899" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/940744791970026899?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/940744791970026899?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/07/letter-from-brother-to-sister.html" title="Letter From a Brother to a Sister" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SlJJvL47nnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/L6oYcE-PTzI/s72-c/nannerl_wolfgang_HWSchultz.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEICR34-fSp7ImA9WxNUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-601148162348830700</id><published>2009-07-05T09:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:02:46.055+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-09T07:02:46.055+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amadeus Award" /><title>The Amadeus Award for Taste &amp; Excellence</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SlmVAHScHSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/raiAI0Gmwbo/s1600-h/ampreis_neu.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357477060922842402" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SlmVAHScHSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/raiAI0Gmwbo/s400/ampreis_neu.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 218px; width: 150px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Amadeus Award for Taste &amp;amp; Excellence&lt;/span&gt; has been around since 1998 and was awarded to many websites before the advent of the weblog. It was my intent to give it to sites that were dedicated to the 18th century and which demonstrated through their content and appearance the style and grace of that period in history. For this reason, I did not give it thoughtlessly or without consideration, and did not, until now, allow anyone other than myself to bequeath it. Times change, however, and with the phenomenon of the the weblog community, I am happy to change my stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Amadeus Award for Taste and Excellence&lt;/span&gt; is to be given to five blogs that meet the qualifications which I have previously stated. Please give it in the spirit of community, love of history, and artful presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happily and proudly present my award to the following five weblogs (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://manskerman1780.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tempus Fugit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herr Doktor never fails to captivate me with his journal entries about life as a field physician in the wilds of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrswoffington.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Celebrated Mrs. Wolfington&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Wolfington is a charming lady whose posts not only educate, but entertain. Spending time on her blog reminds me of the pleasant afternoons I spend taking chocolate with the gentlewomen patronesses of Vienna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://historyundressed.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History Undressed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what can one say? This blog is always stimulating and delightful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://18thccuisine.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18th Century Cuisine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a man who enjoys spending pleasant hours at table, this blog is irresistable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://swillvills18thcentury.blogspot.com/" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swillvill's 18th Century&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have only just discovered this blog, it has quickly become one of my favorites for its grace and gentility. This young man is very, very talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SlmYb4Hj7xI/AAAAAAAAAdM/qaU6cSvltr8/s1600-h/amaward.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357480836421906194" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SlmYb4Hj7xI/AAAAAAAAAdM/qaU6cSvltr8/s400/amaward.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 162px; width: 98px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the old award. Please feel free to use whichever pleases you most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-601148162348830700?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/601148162348830700/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=601148162348830700" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/601148162348830700?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/601148162348830700?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/07/amadeus-award-for-taste-excellence.html" title="The Amadeus Award for Taste &amp; Excellence" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SlmVAHScHSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/raiAI0Gmwbo/s72-c/ampreis_neu.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYASX8-fSp7ImA9WxJVEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-1730261764796474368</id><published>2009-06-28T21:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:42:28.155+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-28T21:42:28.155+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="All in a Day" /><title>Yet Another Busy Weekend</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SkfHWkmQCqI/AAAAAAAAAck/sRVSD-5CgKE/s1600-h/musicale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SkfHWkmQCqI/AAAAAAAAAck/sRVSD-5CgKE/s400/musicale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352465872748284578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday afternoon, my business in town concluded, I set out for the Emperor's summer estate in Laxenburg, where the court musicians are invited each year. Although they still have to perform for His Majesty and his guests, the mood is lighter than it is at the Hofburg and there is more free time to spend in the casino and the pleasure gardens. Not being invited this time, I took it upon myself to make my presence known, which resulted in absolutely nothing. I was completely overlooked by the Emperor. Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to Vienna in a foul humor and began to prepare for the in-home musicale I'd scheduled that very evening. I was not disappointed, for the true connoisseurs of good music, that is to say my friends and colleagues, arrived with their various instruments and bottles of wine and we set ourselves to having a better time that the snobs at the palace could have in several summers. Basta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-1730261764796474368?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/1730261764796474368/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=1730261764796474368" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/1730261764796474368?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/1730261764796474368?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/06/yet-another-busy-weekend.html" title="Yet Another Busy Weekend" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SkfHWkmQCqI/AAAAAAAAAck/sRVSD-5CgKE/s72-c/musicale.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NRnc7eSp7ImA9WxJUEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-1750536851234862301</id><published>2009-06-24T21:45:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:54:57.901+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-09T17:54:57.901+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Journeys" /><title>Encore l'estate!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SkKVTuZ3nzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vc8AcXQcCLk/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SkKVTuZ3nzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vc8AcXQcCLk/s400/Image2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351003473376157490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When one finds oneself suddenly engaged in unexpected travel, whether for business or pleasure, it is always nice to bring something from home. So far, this summer is proving to be a busy one for me. Since removing myself to Vienna in 1781, I have usually spent the warmer months in delightful indolence - people watching from sidewalk tables while sipping iced champagne, or staying within the cool faux marble walls of my music room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SkKKnrftEYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HuElWFyzFRA/s1600-h/Stagecoach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SkKKnrftEYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HuElWFyzFRA/s400/Stagecoach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350991721564803458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Already, I have been to &lt;a href="http://www.martinparzer.com/blog/wp-content/2006/09/20060907_linz.jpg"&gt;Linz&lt;/a&gt; on an unexpected invitation extended to me by Count Thun-Hohenstein (the Father-in-law of my dear friend &lt;a href="http://www.clemusart.com/oci/wh380/1942/49515.jpg"&gt;Countess Wilhelmina von Thun&lt;/a&gt; who lives in Vienna), who has in his employ an excellent chamber orchestra. He desired that his Summer guests should hear the symphony I composed for him in 1783 and sent his personal coach-and-four to fetch me. Within its luxurious and well-padded walls and seats, I was treated to every amenity that one can imagine: cold meats, wine, artesian water, cakes, and even cloths stored in a crock of cool water to wash away the heat and dust of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SkKGwsLvppI/AAAAAAAAAbY/AACjytgwR7E/s1600-h/3050624430_82df03aa33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SkKGwsLvppI/AAAAAAAAAbY/AACjytgwR7E/s400/3050624430_82df03aa33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350987478321833618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took very little with me, only my usual music accoutrement, the score of the symphony of course, one small trunk of clothing and personal items, my small &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en route&lt;/span&gt;, and my portable clavier. My father bought this little treasure from Andreas Stein in Augsburg while we were on tour in 1762 and it works quite nicely for composition when I am placed in the unfortunate circumstance of not having a keyboard placed in my room for my convenience. One never knows what one will or will not be afforded when one is a guest in a patron's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow afternoon I am to leave for two days at &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=Laxenburg"&gt;Laxenburg&lt;/a&gt;, where, hopefully, I will accompany some of the Court singers in the Emperor's regular &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;après dîner&lt;/span&gt; recitals. I have not been formally invited by His Majesty, but as I have been every year before, I think that once he knows I am near to hand, he will extend that invitation. If not, then I shall spend my evenings in the casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy and cool early weekend to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-1750536851234862301?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/1750536851234862301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=1750536851234862301" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/1750536851234862301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/1750536851234862301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/06/encore-lestate.html" title="Encore l'estate!" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SkKVTuZ3nzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/vc8AcXQcCLk/s72-c/Image2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cBSHszeip7ImA9WxJXE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-8892461143087201780</id><published>2009-06-07T09:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:50:59.582+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-07T09:50:59.582+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Journeys" /><title>First Picnic of the Season</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Sitou4f5fEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/c85bu3MBGE8/s1600-h/Klosterneuburg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Sitou4f5fEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/c85bu3MBGE8/s320/Klosterneuburg.jpg" title="Click to enlarge" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday morning I received an invitation to attend a picnic at Baroness von Waldstätten's estate in Klosterneuburg, a few miles up the Danube from the city &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(please click the picture to enlarge it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Unbeknonst to me, Her Ladyship had expected me to stay the entire weekend, along with her other guests Mlle. Storace and Mr. Ochelli (snai!), which expectation I was only too happy to fulfill, due to the jolly atmosphere the company had already created prior to my arrival. I regret that I was late, however, due to engagements that could not be broken without serious repercussions. After a princely meal, we retired to the music salon, where I accompanied both Michael and Nancy (Mlle. Storace), and where I improvised at the fortepiano for a time, performing some of the old "monkey tricks" from my childhood concerts across the continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Sits0yBBg3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/eZNkYxeuY5Y/s1600-h/picnic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Sits0yBBg3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/eZNkYxeuY5Y/s320/picnic.JPG" title="The Baroness, myself and Nancy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next day we were driven to a lovely spot on the estate, where we were served the most delicious picnic feast I have ever known, including pears picked right from the tree and, of course, plenty of berry champagne. Because I'd had the foresight to bring my violin with me, I played a few airs as Nancy sang along on a couple of them. What a grand time we had playing games of cards and Blind Man's Bluff!  The Baroness read to us then, and we napped as though we were her children. Truly, it was quite humorous! Later that evening, in the music salon, we danced as a quartet from the village played for us. It was a quiet evening and we retired rather early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first to leave this morning, having correspondence to catch up on. Even now, I am dashing this off so that I may get to my labors. What a charming weekend it was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-8892461143087201780?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/8892461143087201780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=8892461143087201780" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/8892461143087201780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/8892461143087201780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-picnic-of-season.html" title="First Picnic of the Season" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Sitou4f5fEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/c85bu3MBGE8/s72-c/Klosterneuburg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4BSXc4fCp7ImA9WxJXEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-4248315223983347101</id><published>2009-06-04T18:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:45:58.934+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-04T18:45:58.934+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Polls" /><title>Poll Results</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Sif4i5Y0QfI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nzKqn_JsZnI/s1600-h/colonial_voter-217x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Sif4i5Y0QfI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nzKqn_JsZnI/s400/colonial_voter-217x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343512761302532594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My most recent poll has closed and the results are in. The question was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What would like me to compose next?"&lt;/span&gt; and you had to choose between a number of musical forms. I must say that you, my friends and readers did not let me down; there was a tie between a new opera and a bawdy drinking song. Below are the actual numbers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard piece : 1 vote - (2%)&lt;br /&gt;Symphony: 0 votes - (0%)&lt;br /&gt;Concerto: 3 votes - (8%)&lt;br /&gt;Lied: 1 vote - (2%)&lt;br /&gt;Aria: 1 vote - (2%)&lt;br /&gt;Concert Aria: 0 votes - (0%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opera: 8 votes - (21%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacred piece: 3 votes (8%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bawdy drinking song: 8 votes - (21%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created another poll, which you will find in the left sidebar. Amuse yourself by taking part!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-4248315223983347101?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/4248315223983347101/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=4248315223983347101" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/4248315223983347101?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/4248315223983347101?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/06/poll-results.html" title="Poll Results" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/Sif4i5Y0QfI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nzKqn_JsZnI/s72-c/colonial_voter-217x300.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEDRHs4fip7ImA9WxJVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-7687562027342742574</id><published>2009-06-03T21:27:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:31:15.536+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T21:31:15.536+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Journeys" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Letters" /><title>A Voyage!</title><content type="html">Most Honorable Sirs and Brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am much at fault, I must confess, for not having at once acknowledged the safe receipt of your letter of last March. I should have answered it as I am doing now, but the matter you have broached is one that one naturally must give considerable thought. Men of so much insight and experience as yourselves will know better than I that your proposal, however carefully and attentively read, needs reading though not only once, but many times. Hitherto I have not had the time to read it through even once without interruption until last evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notion of making a journey to the Americas has set my mind fairly spinning. It is a serious undertaking, and I trust that you understand that I needed to make my decision soberly and with serious thought. Therefore, as you, my Brothers, have guaranteed that all of my travel expenses will be paid, that I shall not lack opportunities to improve my situation while abroad, and that I shall find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;men of like mind&lt;/span&gt; everywhere I go, how can I refuse your gracious invitation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, of course, too late to get my affairs in order so that I may make the long overland and ocean voyage this summer; if you will be patient just a little longer, I shall plan to leave Vienna next March. This means that I shall arrive there in early June, a year from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please find in this packet the signed agreement. I should also like to know my itinerary in advance, if possible, and humbly ask you to send that information at your convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remain, with deepest respect, most Honorable Brothers,&lt;br /&gt;Your most obedient servant and brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolfgang Amadé Mozart, 3rd°&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-7687562027342742574?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/7687562027342742574/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=7687562027342742574" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/7687562027342742574?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/7687562027342742574?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/06/voyage.html" title="A Voyage!" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DQH89fyp7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-3064506782090722539</id><published>2009-05-24T19:48:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:59:31.167+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T19:59:31.167+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Everyday Things" /><title>Mrs. Storace's Stew</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/ShmJ4N14xCI/AAAAAAAAAaw/nVE_f8yMdZI/s1600-h/lamb-stew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/ShmJ4N14xCI/AAAAAAAAAaw/nVE_f8yMdZI/s400/lamb-stew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339450432105792546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I passed a very pleasant evening at the Storace apartment last night. Invited for dinner, I was treated to several helpings of what Mrs. Storace (Nancy's Mamma) assured me was traditional English fare, lamb stew. As a way of complimenting the cook, as well as thanking her for an excellent meal, I sat down to the spinet and improvised this little tune. I regret that you cannot actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt; it; the words will have to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When invited to supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a home in the upper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aldstadt district of Wien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may need to utter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Please pardon my splutter'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Tis but the cabbage that's mean!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its gas will escape you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bloat and o'ertake you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More than the faithful brown bean;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the stew's had its way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You need only to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Please take no heed of the steam!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-3064506782090722539?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/3064506782090722539/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=3064506782090722539" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/3064506782090722539?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/3064506782090722539?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/05/mrs-storaces-stew.html" title="Mrs. Storace's Stew" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/ShmJ4N14xCI/AAAAAAAAAaw/nVE_f8yMdZI/s72-c/lamb-stew.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkICSH46cSp7ImA9WxJRF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-7296643882139058307</id><published>2009-05-19T13:31:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:02:49.019+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-19T14:02:49.019+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ask Mozart" /><title>"That" Movie, Amadeus</title><content type="html">Herr Mozart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, have you seen the film Amadeus, which was made in 1984? My father loved your music, and we went to the cinema to see it.  Were he alive today, he would enjoy your weblog very much.  If you have seen the film, what did you think of it?  If not, perhaps you can use your Magic Box to download the film and then you could share your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;H.F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;hr color="#800000" size="1" width="50%"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meine Damme,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have seen Amadeus--I would have to live under a rock not to have. I used to be asked this question a great deal when I was first introduced to this internet world, but in recent years not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your question first demands a little elucidation on the matter of the story itself. As I understand it, neither the writer nor the filmmaker had any desire to tell my life story, therefore, I am able to look beyond the obvious liberties that were taken where the truth is concerned. These accomplished gentlemen set out to tell a story about genius and envy. Mr. Schaffer himself said in an interview that he could have chosen any number of people to use as his subjects, but because he is a great appreciator of my work, he chose me. The selection of Salieri as the antagonist was based solely on the Rimsky-Korsakov opera, 'Mozart and Salieri', a tale that has no basis in the truth whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a man of the theater myself, I enjoy the use of creative license and I am especially drawn to theater pieces that make me think more deeply about what it is that makes us as human beings tick. On a lighter note, I adore well-written farce, so I can tell you that, for what it was meant to be, I like Amadeus. It is too bad, however, that so many people have elected to swallow it as being the truth instead of reading an actual biography and learning for themselves. Still, it brought nearly an entire generation of young people to pay attention to good music for the first time in their lives.  I am honored to have been a small part of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In der Freundschaft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mozart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-7296643882139058307?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/7296643882139058307/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=7296643882139058307" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/7296643882139058307?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/7296643882139058307?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-movie-amadeus.html" title="&quot;That&quot; Movie, Amadeus" /><author><name>W. A. Mozart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09661350230226099272</uri><email>wolfgangamade@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00894321179864710722" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DQHs_cCp7ImA9WxVaGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777115437104250240.post-7015210254005073160</id><published>2009-04-16T06:39:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:32:51.548+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-16T07:32:51.548+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ask Mozart" /><title>Inns and Lodgings</title><content type="html">Dear Herr Mozart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember a place in Innsbruck where you stayed with your father in December 1769?  My family and I stayed there and learned from the innkeeper about your visit to Hotel Weisses Kreuz!  We wondered if you enjoyed it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your favorite place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Holly "Fantastic" Forrest&lt;br /&gt;Your Newest Follower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;hr size="1" width="50%" color="#800000"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Holly Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that I could remember all of the inns in which I have stayed. No, come to think of it, I am actually quite relieved that I cannot! I do remember Innsbruck, however, because it was one of the few that was clean and free of fleas, and also because the food was good. If I recall correctly, we stayed there a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume that by my "favorite place" you mean my favorite temporary lodging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially enjoyed staying at Villa Pallavicini, just outside of Bologna in 1770, when I was 14 years of age. My father and I were guests of Count &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pallavicini and his family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because my father was laid up with an injury from a traveling accident, he could not keep an eye on me and I was free to do things I'd never been allowed to do before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Count's son and I took donkey rides, explored the countryside, poked at snakes with sticks, threw stones, and ate watermelon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spitting the seeds at clay pots in contests against each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SebCygWuQhI/AAAAAAAAAak/budLdWS598s/s1600-h/villa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrEz8hLnnpM/SebCygWuQhI/AAAAAAAAAak/budLdWS598s/s320/villa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325157782346678802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a beautiful villa (&lt;a href="http://www.villagandolfipallavicini.it/flash.htm"&gt;I understand that it still exists in your century&lt;/a&gt;) and definitely my favorite temporary lodging during my young travels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Wolfg. Mozart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777115437104250240-7015210254005073160?l=mozartmagnus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/feeds/7015210254005073160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777115437104250240&amp;postID=7015210254005073160" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/7015210254005073160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777115437104250240/posts/default/7015210254005073160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mozartmagnus.blogspot.com/2009/04/inns-and-lodgings.html" title="Inns and Lodgings" /><author><name>W. 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