On your birthday…request to “Monostatos”…:-0

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Have you considered giving a birthday gift to your colleagues in the MO?  Let me make a gentle suggestion — why not tell them the truth about die zauberflote?  You know, that gift of perfection of sound that caused you to spend about 666 days insinuating yourself into the lives of me and my three little children, only to then run out of our house with your tail between your legs?  Hmmm…That gift that caused you to entice me onto the stage at Orchestra Hall to ‘practice’? Then did you not slander me to your colleagues and encourage them to boycott my concerts; thus, in effect, taking food out of the mouths of my children?  That gift that, no matter what evil strategy you may have used to attempt to attack me or my children, has, as even you can see, resulted in everything working for our good? That gift which works precisely the way Wolfgang Mozart said it would in his prophetic opera The Magic Flute? “Thy magic tones, they speak for me; my message carry.  Thou all cares of heart canst banish, and hate, and hate and wrong before thee vanish?”

Just a thought…:-0

 

 

‘Monostatos’ and me and the opera Die Zauberflote…

I should preface this post by saying that from the time I was born I felt I had a connection to Wolfgang Mozart.  I could identify his music even before I knew his name.  With that connection came, what appeared to me as a child, to be an overwhelming burden of responsibility.  I was unable to deal with it back then.  It seemed he had left everything in a terrible mess and I was too small to pick up the pieces.  My birth parents were dangerously immature.  I had no help, no support system.  So I decided to, in effect, hide the gift I had been given and live a ‘normal’ childhood.  That proved to be impossible, but that’s another story…

As a young adult, when my birth family situation became unbearable, I fled to school in the UK.  I had numerous opportunities to travel to the continent, and did, on my sparse student budget.  I vigorously refused to go to either Austria or Germany at that time, due to their horrible Nazi past.  I refused to learn German.  And I refused to have anything to do with the opera Die Zauberflote.

Looking back, I can say that the turning point in my relationship with “Monostatos” was when we decided to see the Bergman film of The Magic Flute.  By that time, in shell shock having to deal with the attacks against me, and the targeting of my children, I didn’t really give much thought to the fact that I was taking a major step out of my comfort zone.  But then, there it was. The horrible mother, who had a split personality — one charming, one vicious — the father in the background — the kidnapping to the frozen tundra of Minnesota, the three little children — all came into focus.  I had felt all along that my perspective was different from that of others.  At that time I began to realize that I felt I was living inside an opera and trying to explain to others what this reality entailed.

I was able to accept the burden of responsibility, and the pain it involved.  I finally accepted the call, as the hero or heroine usually does, when all other alternatives have become unbearable or unavailable..

And I have been fighting ever since…:-)

 

Per “Monostatos” I am supposed to be a ‘dangerous loonie’…:-0

When the character I call “Monostatos” insinuated himself into the lives of my children and me long ago, perhaps his most consistent and favorite agenda was to try to convince not only me, but all his other contacts in the underworld of music, that I was some sort of ‘dangerous loonie’.  At the time, this made no sense to me.  Why become involved with someone only in order to discredit them?  Why, when one had the ability to open door after door, would one then make sure that every door was slammed shut?  As you can see, at that time I was rather naive about human nature, as well as unable to comprehend the full effect that die zauberflote has on some people.  I know now that the most wicked of them will try to do just that — insinuate themself into our lives in order to create havoc and chaos, and then try to use that to their advantage.

At the time I knew Monostatos I had no frame of reference for the agenda that was taking place.  But I do now, and, after the passing of time, I can say with absolute certainty, that he may be right!  After all, I am known to recite Shakespeare at the drop of a hat.  And Chaucer.  Oh, a French poet here or there.  And, last, but certainly not least, I am known to perform — on my own, I might add — some Monty Python sketches!  Yes!  Particularly the Dead Parrot sketch (from which I acquired my nickname of “Polly”) and — appropriate to Minnesota — the Spam sketch!  You just never know when that might happen! So watch out! :-)

Amy, a venticelli, once again…

Amy Adams likes to dog my posts.  She seems to think I make good fodder…

In a thread on the Slipped Disc blog, I replied:

Amy chooses to take my comment out of context. However, in doing so she has opened the door to another question…just what does happen to a band that locks out Mozart? :-0

– See more at: http://slippedisc.com/2015/12/minnesota-musicians-give-250000-to-their-orchestra/#sthash.ph84Xbd8.dpuf

Speaking out about "Minnegeddon" in Minnesota…

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