Jenly (starwoman) wrote in chrysostomus,

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Hey ya'll, my name is Jen, I'm 22, attending a community college in Florida (suck) and I frkin' love Mozart's music. I'm probably one of the last classical music lovers who HASN'T seen The Movie, but I love the man's music nonetheless.

I've been in love with the man for years, but what really made me fall in love was when I begun to sing a few of his arias from The Marraige of Figgaro a few semesters ago (Voi Che Sapete and Porgi Amor). My voice teacher told me I'd be singing Non So Piu NEXT semester, so I'm quite excited about that. It'll be a nice break from the Puccini aria I'm working on now (O Mio Bambino Caro, which every soprano and her mother is singing this year).

Last spring, our choir did His Coronation Mass, which...if you've done it, you know what I mean when I say its one of the hardest works I've ever done. The Credo section alone killed me (I should really scan my music to let you guys see the markings I had to make to myself, unbelievable. Thank GOD I, like everybody who sold their soul to the choir gods years ago, was already intimately familiar with the way Latin works.) but listening to it now...its hard to believe I was part of something that fantastic. And now, of course, since the Mass is about the same length it takes me to drive to school, I'll pop it into the CD player on the way to school on the way to voice lessons to warm up.

If ever I reach the end of my singing career (which will be the day I die) I look back and someone asks me when my sight reading final exam was, my response will be learning the Mass. I've been singing in choirs for 13 years. I've been all over the state of Florida for various choral events, I've sung in Carnegie Hall, and I've done various solos in numerous concerts all through school. Through the years, I've become an excellent sight-reader (you had to be, in my high school) but the real test of my sight-reading skills came when my college director put the Mass in front of us. In that peice of music, Mozart threw in every last trick in the book-tricks of rhythm, syncopation, an unfamiliar language (unless, as I said, you sold your soul to the Choir Gods), funky intervals, some freakishly hard page turns, enterance issues after the soloists stop singing, sudden tempo and dynamic changes, and of course he never does the same thing twice. Hammering out that Mass made me twice the sight-reader I was before, and an infinately better musician. Learning that peice is a real test of one's musicianship.

Enough about the Coronation Mass, because I can and will go on for an eternity.

I love all of Mozart. I love his operas (Especially Marraige of Figgaro), his piano concertos, his choral works, everything.

I have a whole wall dedicated to my Top Ten Favorite Composers of All Time. They are, in no particular order, Mozart, Chopin, Carl Orff, Aaron Copland, Eric Whitacre, Billy Joel, Paul McCartney, Elton John (who I have seen in concert, was worth every penny, and I cried the entire time), Stephen Sondheim, and Jon Larson. I have pictures of all of them, congregating around each other, the musical geniuses they are. The collection started when, a few months ago, I was at a garage sale and while I yoinked a mess of CDs for a dollar each (mostly classical/opera CDs) and I came upon a framed 19th century print of Mozart. Needless to say, it was mine within seconds, and will one day hang in my office at school, when I start teaching.

I love him. And thats all I have to say.
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