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October 15, 2014
A Letter to Mozart by FieryDownpour479 is creative and well written; it'll read like music to your ears.
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Literature Text
I have a confession to make.
I think we should break up.
Don’t get me wrong, you are a collection of stars. Every time I hear that little night music I look up in the sky and I see your magnificent constellation shining ever-so-bright down upon me. I am so thankful for our little infinity, but I just can't see this working out.
Anyone with eyes could see what a distinguished composer you are. What with your sumptuous symphonies and celebratory sonatas, you are a heartthrob; oh, what I would give to have you tickle my ivories if even just once. But you see, I think I’ve had enough of your distasteful dissonance. All that’s left between us are aggravating augmentations and catastrophic cadenzas.
I wish that I could taste our mellifluous melodic memories one last time. Last I remember we shared such a charming concerto; now all I’m left with is a wasteful waltz. What happened to those fantastic fantasias we were always dreaming of?
We used to have such grace and such thrills; now all that remains are minor memories and treblesome trills. I’m trapped in a fitful fugue with no end to it; it’s endless practicing, endless repeats, and yet nothing’s ever perfect to you. You say one thing but mean another. You’re just as shifty as Schoenberg, you’re as stringent as Stravinsky, and yet you still think this is my fault.
Listen dear, our time together has been rather sharp, if I do say so myself, but I think it’s time that I orchestrate this overture by myself.
I think we should break up.
Don’t get me wrong, you are a collection of stars. Every time I hear that little night music I look up in the sky and I see your magnificent constellation shining ever-so-bright down upon me. I am so thankful for our little infinity, but I just can't see this working out.
Anyone with eyes could see what a distinguished composer you are. What with your sumptuous symphonies and celebratory sonatas, you are a heartthrob; oh, what I would give to have you tickle my ivories if even just once. But you see, I think I’ve had enough of your distasteful dissonance. All that’s left between us are aggravating augmentations and catastrophic cadenzas.
I wish that I could taste our mellifluous melodic memories one last time. Last I remember we shared such a charming concerto; now all I’m left with is a wasteful waltz. What happened to those fantastic fantasias we were always dreaming of?
We used to have such grace and such thrills; now all that remains are minor memories and treblesome trills. I’m trapped in a fitful fugue with no end to it; it’s endless practicing, endless repeats, and yet nothing’s ever perfect to you. You say one thing but mean another. You’re just as shifty as Schoenberg, you’re as stringent as Stravinsky, and yet you still think this is my fault.
Listen dear, our time together has been rather sharp, if I do say so myself, but I think it’s time that I orchestrate this overture by myself.
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-A Bassoonist playing the Mozart Bassoon Concerto.
FFM! Day 7: I picked the sound prompt (which can be found here www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHWnFJ… ) as suggested by SCFrankles. The sound prompt is a song, a parody of sorts, for the Mozart French Horn Concerto. The man who sings it sings about how he loved his french horn, even though we wasn't very good at it. Eventually one of his neighbors steals it so he'd stop playing it and the neighbors wouldn't have to hear his terrible playing. As revenge, the singer decides he'll just buy a tuba to play instead.
As soon as I heard the sound prompt I knew that I just had to use it. I had been thinking up some fun alliterations with musical terms and I wanted to incorporate them into this piece, but I wasn't sure how at first. However, once I got back from my bassoon lesson today, I knew exactly what I was going to do.
My twist on the sound prompt is a breakup letter to Mozart. I was playing the Mozart Bassoon Concerto for basically the first time today, and that piece is so difficult! It's also one of the most popular pieces of bassoon repertoire, so you're expected to play it perfectly. At that point I decided I'd break up with Mozart.
But not really. I could never break up with you, Amadeus! ^o^
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Wow, thank you guys so much for the DD, I am truly shocked! And thank you guys for all of your support! I'm very busy currently, but I will definitely reply to your comments and thank each of you individually; love you guys.
-A Bassoonist playing the Mozart Bassoon Concerto.
FFM! Day 7: I picked the sound prompt (which can be found here www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHWnFJ… ) as suggested by SCFrankles. The sound prompt is a song, a parody of sorts, for the Mozart French Horn Concerto. The man who sings it sings about how he loved his french horn, even though we wasn't very good at it. Eventually one of his neighbors steals it so he'd stop playing it and the neighbors wouldn't have to hear his terrible playing. As revenge, the singer decides he'll just buy a tuba to play instead.
As soon as I heard the sound prompt I knew that I just had to use it. I had been thinking up some fun alliterations with musical terms and I wanted to incorporate them into this piece, but I wasn't sure how at first. However, once I got back from my bassoon lesson today, I knew exactly what I was going to do.
My twist on the sound prompt is a breakup letter to Mozart. I was playing the Mozart Bassoon Concerto for basically the first time today, and that piece is so difficult! It's also one of the most popular pieces of bassoon repertoire, so you're expected to play it perfectly. At that point I decided I'd break up with Mozart.
But not really. I could never break up with you, Amadeus! ^o^
--
Wow, thank you guys so much for the DD, I am truly shocked! And thank you guys for all of your support! I'm very busy currently, but I will definitely reply to your comments and thank each of you individually; love you guys.
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Very funny and witty~!!! Another bassoon player here (Amateur) hahaha totally enjoy it and I understand the feeling!