Posts tagged ‘Leopold Mozart’

November 17, 2013

things and places I will miss when I leave Salzburg

by ada

This field, with the view of the Festung. So many adventures of mine started here.


The times when I was living in the same house with Philippus Aureolus Theophrastus Bombastus Paracelsus von Hohenheim. Or with his ghost. Oh well. At least with his memory.

Paracelsus house

Cemetery art. If I die (and I undoubtedly will) I want to be buried à la Salisburgensis.


The mountains. I’ve never been that lowland-girl. I need my clouds and peaks and high places to feel good.


Leopold Mozart. I really am the last to question the rare genius of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart but in my opinion the one who did the big job, was his father, Leopold. Music training in the 17-18th century is one of my pet peeve themes (I actually wrote one of my Bachelor theses about teaching children instruments using entirely historical sources already from beginner’s level), and I can’t stress enough the importance of a good teacher. Developing a close relationship with your teacher ist actually unavoidable while learning an instrument and your teacher makes you or breaks you. A good teacher makes you. You get my point. So I love Leopold Mozart way more than I love his son. His son was simply a genius. But Papa Mozart was the man who gave him the opportunity to be one. And that’s the real job, I tell you.

grave of Leopold Mozart

The house blessings and stories painted below the roofline of those pastel-coloured houses.


The dialect which I’m just starting to finally understand.


The Candela shop. Christmas all year round.


This weird little garden by the bike road under the Staatsbrücke, made and cared for by Mister Wolfgang. I have no idea though, who he actually is, but hey, Mr. Wolfgang, thank you!

Mr Wolfgangs Garten Salzburg 2

Kitschy Mozart-souvenirs. I’ve grown to love them during the last one and a half years. (I know. It’s embarrassing. But I don’t care. I feel no shame.)

Mozart souvenirs

Sphaera. He looks like the kind of man a girl could trust and marry.


The guild signs.

Zum fidelen Affen Salzburg 1

People wearing dirndl. Like, all the time. They wear it to church, to the coffee-house, to meet friends, to the Festspiele, just because it’s Sunday (Monday, Tuesday, etc). Dirndl is real, at least here in Salzburg. My Inner Princess, who is usually pretty much suppressed by the jeans-wearing Everyday Me, totally loves it.

dirndl Salzburg

The easy access to grass-fed, organic meat and row dairy.

gollinger cow

The open-air free opera movies or, the Festspiele Of The Poor, which I visited on numerous occasions. I’ve never set foot in the Festspielhaus, though. Those 700 euros tickets are somewhat out of my budget. Ha, ha.


Carillon music. I will really miss hearing those out-of-tune Mozart arias and German folk tunes three times a day.

carillon Salzburg

The roses of Mirabell…

Mirabell rose

…and Pegasus, of course.

Pegasus in Mirabellgarten Salzburg

August 3, 2013

Salzburg – Sebastiansfriedhof

by ada

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June 25, 2013

music of the week – Joseph Wölfl: Adagio from Sonata in C minor Op. 25, Sonate précédée d’une introduction & fugue

by ada

Today’s composer is another short-lived wunderkind of Salzburg with the usual tendency to gambling, the piano virtuoso Joseph Wölfl, who spent his childhood in the same house where Michael Haydn was living at the time, became a pupil of both his and Leopold Mozart, befriended the son of the latter, Wolfgang Amadeus, whom he accompanied on his travels to Prague, and at the age of 25 he tried to fight the then 28 years old Beethoven in a piano duel  (unsuccessfully, though). During his short life of 39 years he performed and taught in addition to Vienna also in Warsaw, Paris and London.

His work, which consists mostly of sonatas, concertos and chamber music for the fortepiano, is typical for the early Romantic period, an era of instrumental virtuosi and geniuses, of chamber concerts and duels held in the living-rooms of rich bourgeois families, and of compositions usually including the words “grande” or “brillante” in their titles. This was also the era when the roots of musical canonisation (whose consequences I with real passion hate, but that’s a  theme for another post I most likely will never write) started to being formed; and this very process of creating the phenomenon we now call “classical music”*, has passed Joseph Wölfl gently by.

* it’s not the Classical period I mean here but the music that average people consider as “classical music”, also everything that is written by people owning musical education and is performed on orchestral instruments. So, the opposite of “popular music” which is written and performed by mostly non-musicians, haha.

October 7, 2012

Lange Nacht der Museen

by ada

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