Happy Birthday Mozart

[Trufflehound]

250 years young today. Hope you have a good time decomposing...

:dance: :dance: :dance:

 

[Woodchip]

And Mozart shares it with Rusthall Seagull (33), Danny Seagull's Mate (22), Gosling (30), Noodles (45), psykick77 (26), bakesy (42).

:dance: :dance: :dance:

 

[Rusthall Seagull]

How about me?? NO-one has remembered it is my birthday!

 

[Man of Harveys]

True story: In the 18th century, the Vatican had a lengthy piece of choral music which it reckoned to be a cracker and therefore to be kept secret from the outside world...at least until a 14 year old Mozza arrived in Rome, heard it once in the Sistine Chapel and later that day sat down transcribed the whole thing from memory.

The word genius does get a bit overused, especially with music and football, but the little Austrian lad was a bit special, a complete freak of nature. Servus.

 

[Barnet Seagull]

He was autistic wasn't he?

 

[Timbo]

Going back to good films thread the other day, Amadeus is absolutely top drawer.

 

[Man of Harveys]

He was autistic wasn't he?

Can't find anything about that, to be honest - I think he had normal communication skills, but I'm not at all sure about the symptoms and can't google anything about it either.

BUT: he did like to spank his wife's arse for sexual pleasure, the twisted little pup.


Found this, which I thought was quite interesting:

Mozart was asked about the method he uses to compose his sonatas and symphonies, to which he replied,

"I do not myself know and can never find out. When I am in a particularly good condition, perhaps riding in a carriage, or in a walk after a good meal, and in a sleepless night, then the thoughts come to me in a rush and best of all. Whence or how- that I do not know and cannot learn. Those which please me, I retain in my head and hum them perhaps to myself- at least, so others have told me. Then, it goes on growing and I keep on expanding it and making it more distinct and the thing becomes almost finished in my head so that I afterward survey it at a glance, like a goodly picture or handsome man, and in my imagination do not hear it at all in succession, as it afterwards must be heard, but as a simultaneous whole. All the finding and making only goes on in me as in a very vivid dream (Barlow, 132)."

 

[Woodchip]

How about me?? NO-one has remembered it is my birthday!

Did you read my post? :thud:

 

[Lord Bracknell]

"I do not myself know and can never find out. When I am in a particularly good condition, perhaps riding in a carriage, or in a walk after a good meal, and in a sleepless night, then the thoughts come to me in a rush and best of all. Whence or how- that I do not know and cannot learn. Those which please me, I retain in my head and hum them perhaps to myself- at least, so others have told me. Then, it goes on growing and I keep on expanding it and making it more distinct and the thing becomes almost finished in my head so that I afterward survey it at a glance, like a goodly picture or handsome man, and in my imagination do not hear it at all in succession, as it afterwards must be heard, but as a simultaneous whole. All the finding and making only goes on in me as in a very vivid dream (Barlow, 132)."

Kev the Ape uses the same method.

 

[Simon Morgan]

Can't find anything about that, to be honest - I think he had normal communication skills, but I'm not at all sure about the symptoms and can't google anything about it either.

BUT: he did like to spank his wife's arse for sexual pleasure, the twisted little pup.


Found this, which I thought was quite interesting:

Mozart was asked about the method he uses to compose his sonatas and symphonies, to which he replied,

"I do not myself know and can never find out. When I am in a particularly good condition, perhaps riding in a carriage, or in a walk after a good meal, and in a sleepless night, then the thoughts come to me in a rush and best of all. Whence or how- that I do not know and cannot learn. Those which please me, I retain in my head and hum them perhaps to myself- at least, so others have told me. Then, it goes on growing and I keep on expanding it and making it more distinct and the thing becomes almost finished in my head so that I afterward survey it at a glance, like a goodly picture or handsome man, and in my imagination do not hear it at all in succession, as it afterwards must be heard, but as a simultaneous whole. All the finding and making only goes on in me as in a very vivid dream (Barlow, 132)."

nothing to do with mozart, but beethoven apparently pleasured himself by hanging up bags of shite in the room when he was composing. there's a word for it, i can't remember...

 

[Man of Harveys]

nothing to do with mozart, but beethoven apparently pleasured himself by hanging up bags of shite in the room when he was composing. there's a word for it, i can't remember...

What was he composing? Odour To Joy? Or the Moonshite Sonata?

 

[Simon Morgan]

What was he composing? Odour To Joy? Or the Moonshite Sonata?

very good