pplrain said:

Really?
Didn't you start a thread on this before?

KidaDynamite said:

Play with whom?

and there goes his stupid azz lol

Jeffiner said:

"Interesting!"

Yes - I knew a lot of this already through my violonist brother, but about the height and voice I had no idea.

Jeffiner said:

Don't mean to throw a bucket of cold water on your enthusiastic peep into his epistolary musings, but I think he was having a tough and shitty time in Mannheim - the poor guy was desperately looking for full-time, decently paid employment - a bit like struggling new artists today I guess...

Funny he doesn't mention the new love he found there... any mention of that anywhere?.. Or are you keeping the naughty-romantic bits for yourself?

"...and truly it is the greatest orchestra in Europe. Each player is so disciplined, like a soldier - but imagine - an army made of little generals!"
I guess you do need discipline, but still, that sounds terrible, where's the love, the passion?!









whitewidow said:[quote]here's another great letter lol

4 November 1777
Mannheim

Dearest Friend,

We have been in Mannheim for five days now and I have already met such good people. I wasted no time in introducing myself to the violinist Herr Cannabich - who I had met when I was here fifteen years ago - and you will never guess, but now he runs the orchestra! He has taken quite a liking to me, and Mama and I spend most of our days at his house.

But first I must tell you how my Augsburg story ended. You would think that I would have learnt my lesson, but depsite my better judgement I did end up giving a concert. You will be pleased to know a goodly number of Augsberg nobility was there ... the Duchess Kick Arse, the Countess Piss Happy and also Princess Smell Shit. Of course my playing was a great success - but the audience were a total failure.

I am reminded of a poem I heard in Italy once ...

Before I come back to this dreadful place
I would rather smack myself in the face!.

I am so pleased to be out of that dismal town. But how I love it here! I have already managed to give a small concert of my own, and do you know that nobody said anything bad of my performance or that it was not well composed - quite the contrary. Maybe they are ignorant and need to sent to Salzburg or Augsberg to have lessons on composition?

I have already heard the orchestra play, and truly it is the greatest orchestra in Europe. Each player is so disciplined, like a soldier - but imagine - an army made of little generals! And Herr Cannabich is their leader! What's more is that they are so well paid. Cannabich's salary is 1,800 gulden and the Kappellmeister gets 3,000 - plus beautiful gifts whenever he writes a new piece!What a far cry from our miserly Arch Bishop. Though, as far as singers go, they are at a bit of a loss here - they have only two castrati who can't even reach the high notes anymore. I expect they will probably be left just to die off!

I met the whole orchestra, many of whom knew me by reputation. Herr Kappellmeister Holzbauer said he was very honoured to finally meet me - he is a very fine composer of the old style.

All the aristocracy act as though this were Versailles - and of course the opera houses are dominated by Italians and their frivolous screeching. But God be thanked our Grace the Elector is a true and honorable German, and rumour has it that he would like a new German opera. Oh and look - it just so happens that only five days ago a mestro of the German opera arrived in town! I should enjoy very much showing him how grand our German opera can be.

I have every confidence that I will be offered a permanent position at court very easily. Herr Vice-Kappellmeister Vogler is nothing but a joke - of which I will write more next time - but now I must rush to finish so that I will catch the post before 4 o'clock.

Wolfgang Amade Mozart.



Flo6 said:[quote]Prince a modern-day Mozart?...

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart [from Webster & other dicts.]
"Precocious, prolific, influential, immensely talented and versatile composer, a great dancer, a hardworker who finished works at a tremendous pace, juxtaposed extremes of profundity and buffoonery with no sense of incongruity, called himself by different names, wrestled free from an oppressive employer in mid career, humor tinged with a curious kind of friendly mockery, loved elegant clothing, remarkably small, very thin, with large intense eyes, and a voice that his wife described as 'a tenor, rather soft in speaking and delicate in singing, but when anything excited him, or it became necessary to exert it, it was both powerful and energetic.'"

those two souls seem to be on the same level...

Mentioning Mozart: I wonder why Prince doesn't try his hand at classical composition & performance (maybe he has?..). I would love to hear him play a little Chopin... or one of his own compositions. Didn't he mention something about a symphony in a recent interview? An opera would be cool too.

whitewidow said:

i was rollin the first time i saw this still am, but those falls aint playin, thats one of the worst types lol unexpected.. lucky he caught himself instead of hittin his head

emilia1 said:

He's fallen plenty a time hurting himself in the face or hitting himself with the mic on his mouth, poor guy.

emilia1 said:

Poor baby. Lord knows i've done that too many times.

CJanssen said:

i heard about that mic incident have yet to see it tho

emilia1 said:

This is one of them, as long as someone doesn't hurt himself it can be funny, this isn't. Them high heels! (you see the stupid comment under the pic? 6 inch platforms, that's 15,24 cm crazy journalists)

CJanssen said:

yea those hurt..i have yet to fall wearing heels *knock on wood* but then again i aint jumpin around a damn stage lol, i have a hard enough time walking..not really but..lol you get the idea

Flo6 said:

Lack of mature discipline leads to excess and death...


TRUE FUNK SOLDIERS UNITE - NEW POWER GENERATION.

whitewidow said:

Flo6 said:

15 October, 1781
Vienna

Dear Friend,

I have eagerly been awaiting a letter from you - and I wondered what you might say in it! Unfortunately I continue to be the target of mailicious lies and gossip - which has caused me much vexation, annoyance, worry and a troubled mind.

Let me say though that this gossip is in part true, and in part false. As to the fact that I have been taken into service of the Emperor - that is entirely false! I have never once discussed the subject with his Grace - and still people come up to me on the street to offer their congratulations!

Now to the other rumour - that I am getting married. This too is false - though in part true - only in the fact that I am in love. And who could the object of my love be? As Papa would say - surely not one of those Webers! But I must confess - yes! Though which one? No, not Aloysia - even if she were not already married, she is a false, malicious person and I was wrong to have ever laid my heart at her feet. Then who? The youngest is just a frivolous thing with nothing between her ears and the Eldest is of course a lazy slob - which all comes from the mother. Since my dear friend, the father Herr Weber, died, the only decent one left is the middle daughter - my dearest Constanza.

You must believe me that I have not deceived you at all with my previous letters. Our love was not there from the start, but was borne of our close friendship, because when I was living in their household she was the only one who showed me the least bit of kindness.

Our love has not come without its share of troubles though. My very own father has not said one nice word about Constanza - despite my honest reports to her good nature, and the fact that he has never even met her!. However, I should not be so surprised, knowing what he thinks of those 'Weber women', as he calls them. But I hope that when we decide to marry he will not stand against it.

Now that I have lived in their household I have seen that her mother - the old frau - is lazy and drinks more than a woman should. She is always pushing wine on the daughters, but they will only drink water. My darling Constanza is the only one who does a single thing around the house - in short she is the martyr of the whole family.

Some people are telling me - why don't I just take a mistress? Well, I have always thought that an unmarried person lives only half a life, and since a young age I have earnestly thought that an essential part of my happiness would be to have a loving wife, a tidy house and fine healthy children. The voice of nature speaks to me the same as any man, but I have too much honour and religion in me to take a mistress and far too much respect for my health and well-being (as well as a fear and disgust of diseases) to have anything to do with whores.

My darling Constanza is a kind and sweet girl. No one would call either of us handsome, but she is honest and caring and we love each other very much - in fact we make quite a fine pair. Luckily I now have my own lovely apartment just walking distance from my beloved, so we can see each other every day.

I trust that you will believe your dear old friend Wolfgang and not this terrible gossip. Regardless - I shall go on being the same honest decent fellow that I have always been.

Adieu, your friend

W A Mozart.

ewald said:

I don't know but it makes me giggle my ass off!

worth every tear... if u know what Love is..

whitewidow said:

I feel you on that.

23 September 1777
Wasserberg

Dearest friend,

God be thanked and praised - we have arrived safely. From Waging on I thought I should be lucky enough to arrive with my rear end in one piece! The road was so bumpy as to jolt your very soul out of your body - and our last driver was such a maniac we honestly feared for our lives. You are probably wondering what I have been up to since my last letter. Well as-matter-of-fact not a lot. Which is why we are on the road halfway from Salzburg to Munich.

Salzburg is a crude and coarse little town with a small-minded ruler - no place for someone like me. So we are off - as Papa says - to find a good and steady appointment. Or failing that - anywhere good money can be made - ha ha! Though with no help - and indeed great hindrance - from said ruler. The Arch-Prince refused my petition for leave on three occasions and even threatened to relieve Papa of his position. In the end all of this small-mindedness has become too much. So dear Papa has stayed behind with Nannerl while Mama and I have packed our bags and left with or without the Archbishop's permission.

Already my heart is light as a feather - ever since I escaped from all that petty scheming - and I am always in my best humour. The service at our hotel is beyond compare and I am sitting here being treated like a prince!, though poor Mama has already fallen asleep. Tommorrow we travel to Munich, in our fine new carriage, where we are confident of being received with appreciation!

I will write soon with the good news from Munich.

Your friend,

Wolfgango Mozart.

Uncanny.

"the webers"

"He's fallen plenty a time..."


That's probably one of the reasons he has been so successful: you can't learn, grow and reach the top without falling/making mistakes. The key is to get up quickly. Just watch him: back on his feet in seconds. I bet that's what he has been doing figuratively too for real-life problems and setbacks.

CJanssen said:

Flo6 said:

nicely said.

Thanks! He's been one of my best teachers:)

emilia1 said:

"Lack of mature discipline leads to excess and death..."

True, immature management can wreak havoc on individuals, governments, etc.
I like self-designed discipline [to be my own whip:)]

whitewidow said:

A delight to read... I knew it was there somewhere:)

"Unfortunately I continue to be the target of mailicious lies and gossip - which has caused me much vexation, annoyance, worry and a troubled mind."
That must sound familiar to Prince...

whitewidow said:

Twinkly1 said:

Flo6 said:

yes, but look at the kind of things that offend him!




LOL!!


Utter outright Buffoonery! My greatest delight!

and look here..

11 July 1776
Salzburg

Dearest best friend,

I am writing to you so that you do not think I am ill or have died. [LOL]. Greetings from Salzburg - where great things are afoot. What has been happening you ask? Oh there is too much to tell - where to start? Well a donkey walked down an empty street ... a farmer bringing his cows to market slipped on some muck and banged his head ... and the Archbishop wiped his arse! [LOL] Oh much suck, yuck druck - beautiful muck muck, yuck yuck - ooh suck muck - ha ha! [LMAO]

Oh no - now there is a terrible smell and I'm making a face. Funny, when I look out the window it seems to vanish [lol] but now I return to write to you it comes back like a burning in my nostrils! [lmao] Mama has just come in with some washing and said "Wolfgang! Did you just let one off?"

Addio from this stinkhole your friend

Wolfgang.






and this is just brilliant..lol


7 January 1777
Salzburg

I am wishing you a very happy New Year - and that your health may grow stronger and stronger every day - to the benefit and joy of loved ones and true friends - and to the annoyance and anger of your enemies! [LOL!]

For New Year I composed a fun piece to be performed by four orchestras - which creates a delightful echo effect. But the musicians here are so undisciplined and I had such a terrible trouble with rehearsals - you would think that playing instruments and reading music were too much to ask of them. [LOL] Surely no one who regards themselves as a true composer can work under these circumstances [lmaooo] and still retain their honour! [LOLOL!] But it all turned out rather well in the end and the performance was a great success.

Forgive the briefness of this letter, but I am running out of paper. [LOLOL]

Now I must finish off or I will be writing on the envelope [idiot!!]

- your friend

Wolfgango Amadeo Mozart.



and here:

emilia1 said:

I sprained my ankle sooooo bad when I fell in heels. My ankle aint been right since.

Flo6 said:

When Beyonce fell down like 12 stairs she got right back up and kept on twirling her hair like nothin' happened.

jasmine3121 said:

And that was pretty cool. Has probably also to do with her age.
I remember falling when I was about 20 (it actually happened several times during that age ). At my hometown there are lots of cobblestones and when they're wet they are very dangerous. I was walking with high heels, slipped on them MF wet cobblestones, made a twist and fell like a bag of potatoes.
I still remember everybody looking like dorks at me, no help. Well, I stood up like Beyonce, very quick and acted nothing had happened.