Mozart Piano Sonata in C
Mozart was is that rarest freak of nature: a child prodigy who actually grows up to outstrip his potential. His output alone is prodigious, and the quality is pretty much always top caliber.
Mozart is brilliant across every form of music he tried: opera, sacred, symphonic, keyboard, chamber, string quartet. If Mozart wrote anything, he seemed to do it with artistry and invention and wit and beauty. He approached so many fields with a continual outpouring of fresh music. Mozart, unlike any of his predecessors, hardly ever recycled his own music. If he needed something quickly, he just composed something new, quickly.
Mozart’s music implies a form of perfection, but it always feels a very human or eathly one. As the theologian Karl Barthes once said, “It may be that when the angels go about their task praising God, they play only Bach. I am sure, however, that when they are together en famille they play Mozart. ”
Mozart was many things: child prodigy, husband, brother, father, rake, workaholic. His work oozes with this breadth. His operas alone reveal wit, sensitivity, and a canny eye for human nature that ranks him with a Shakespeare or a Dickens.
As I have grown older, my love of Mozart has grown deeper. Yes, he’s obviously a genius of music, but what I think makes him such a genius of life is how highly he prized the simple message of love, and how he expressed it with such panache and verve. No other composer makes me feel as happy, and yet can be so profound.
He is one of the most remarkable human beings who ever existed, and his music is a gift.