Tag Archives: Die Zauberflote

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! 🙂

Minnegeddon…a veiled reference to the ongoing lockout? :-0

Interesting programming for the Minnesota Orchestra — starting off the year with a performance of the Overture from The Magic Flute: http://www.minnesotaorchestra.org/buy/tickets/browse-calendar/eventdetail/475/-/osmo-vaenskae-and-audra-mcdonald#.VgGhG2RViko One might be tempted to ask why they feel comfortable performing Wolf’s music while refusing to hear me and, in effect, continuing to lock me out.  But then, very little about the MO surprises me these days.  I wouldn’t be surprised if they were even able to come up with a counterfeit Pamina and Tamino in order to thoroughly try to confuse their audiences…:-0

#MinnegeddonPartDeux — Yoo Hoo, Mr. Schrickel, I’m ready for my close-up…:-0

For a very long time the individual that I have termed “Monostatos” (from a sinister character in Mozart’s opera The Magic Flute) has worked furiously to lock me out of opportunities and possibilities in all the areas of classical music which which this person has a connection.  This person has slandered me day and night for many years, attempting also to influence my dear children and family members.  This person has even taken food out of the mouths of my children. This has taken an enormous toll on all of us, as this person has ‘credibility’ in the classical musical world, while I (as yet) do not.

I am asking this person to come forward and do the right thing.  Seems to me the lid cannot be kept on much longer anyhow.  This person’s only real claim to fame is that they did their best to lock out Mozart (me and my three children, with die zauberflote).  This has person has led at least one orchestra astray.

How much longer do we have to wait? :-0

And by the way…

On this auspicious day I am adding a new blog — the Other Mozart… http://theothermozart.wordpress.com/  On this blog I will be focusing on looking at the life of Wolfgang Mozart from a different perspective…well, mine.  I will be exploring the nebulous topic of Wolfgang Mozart as a Christian; something that is rarely tackled.  I will be including posts with a Bible slant, and label them so (MFB– Mozart for Believers)…and hopefully I will make some inroads in defining my unique position, which seems, in many instances, to be akin from living inside an opera…well, ahem…yes…

#MinnegeddonPartDeux…The Week that Was…this could have been so simple…:-0

Miles 'n Me...

Even I can’t make this stuff up, and, you may have noticed, I have a fairly good imagination.  But no, this has completely taken even me by surprise.  During the course of one week two different venticellis made there way from halfway around the world (one Croatia, the other West Africa) to locations that have a connection to me (one to a library in the town where I live) and apparently my pony and I were slated to have been set up for sacrifice (so to speak) on a plain in the Twin Cities (read ‘the plain of Mediggo’ in Revelation…:-0).

I have been talking about a Minnegeddon in the Twin Cities since I found myself under attack (for no other reason than being good) as a flute performance major at the UofM. That was quite a while ago.  I brought up this concept again during the lockout of the Minnesota Orchestra, particularly as it had occurred to me that my three (at the time, little) children and I may have had a tangential connection to it.  As a result, I even wrote to different people at the orchestra — Mr. Henson, Mr. Sprenger, and even Mr. Vanska, asking for an opportunity to play for them on the stage where I was once encouraged and even enticed to play by a tiny cadre of players, again, long ago.  But I was not even granted the courtesy of a reply.  Instead, there seems to have been waves of controversy that threatened to engulf my family and me.  There have been hidden agendas and dirty tricks, all of which have been discouraging.  People I hoped would be eager to help have run away, throwing others to, apparently, act as proxies in their place.

In other words, this has been very confusing.  But during this time I have had a safe haven.  Almost every day I go to visit and ride my horse.  Out into the country — beautiful rolling hills with stunning horse estates…There was a terrible accident a few weeks ago at the barn.  One of my friends’ horses was severely hurt in what seems to be a freak accident (nobody was watching) and had to be put down. I was at the barn that day.  This was very traumatic.  Once I realized I was getting worried looks from Miles, my horse, I left, realizing that I was no help to anyone that day.  About a week later I was asked if I wanted to play the flute for a wake that would be held in the pasture where the accident took place.  Full of sadness and wanting to help, I said I would consider it.  I was then told that they would love to have someone lead my horse out to the pasture while I played.  All of this would be advertized in a flier to be handed out.  Last but not least, they would be including my birth family name  (which I stopped used at the level of the press some years ago) in the flier.  I found myself with a bad case of dread.  I speak at times of feeling that I am under attack by a dark angel that I call Lermontov.  This concept seemed to me to be pure Lermontov.  I decided to decline, and was met with a great deal of pressure to do this, using a great deal of emotional and flattering rhetoric.  When it became evident that I really did mean ‘no’ I finally had a sense of relief.  And so the wake went off beautifully, led by a bagpiper who played on the plain as the sun was starting to set…if anyone thinks “Minnegeddon” is just a concept I invented, I ask you to think again.  Plus, it is my thinking that all of this could have been prevented if those in the know at the MO had given me the opportunity to validate my credentials as the Other Mozart and had then confirmed them at the level of the press. But then, as the ringleader of the cadre I call “Monostatos” (I’m not being cute, I don’t want to be sued by using a real name) loves to say, “Some people just have to do things the hard way”…:-0

#MinnegeddonPartDeux — when all anti-Mozart is unmasked…

There are really only two kinds of people — those who get Mozart and those who don’t.  Many of those who don’t brazenly pretend to be Mozart experts — even taking to performing his music while holding him in contempt, using the music as some sort of victory banner, so to speak.  They arrogantly seem to think that they can do so without consequence.  After all, Mozart is the one who is dead, isn’t he? they think.  Many of those who detest Mozart are, in fact, extremely knowledgeable about his life and music.  They can tell you great detail about both — while missing the point of the unique position Mozart really represented.  

But now, at this time in the history of music, the two camps have separated. Just as the I35W bridge collapsed in Minneapolis in 2007, the bridge of confusion seeming to connect the two groups has been destroyed.  Those who genuinely love Mozart and his music are protected by the glorious sound of die zauberflote; those who do not are camped on the other side — they get to face the cacaphony of the Night Magician and what one called his ‘riding-crop voice’ and try to pretend their lives will not be affected.  They sometimes even seeth with rage and grit their teeth as they try to find someway to escape the fate they are starting to understand that they may have brought upon themselves.  

And so, this is the essence of Minnegeddon, pre-MO lockout and MinnegeddonPartDeux, post lockout.  MinnegeddonPartDeux also includes in its scope the lockout of the Other Mozart by the cadre “Monostatos”, which has grown to include, it appears, those who attempted to turn the bridge tragedy into art, as well as a couple of area musical groups and some schools. Hopefully, by now all of those who are truly anti-Mozart are unmasked, so those around them can see for themselves what they are dealing with.  And perhaps for some there will be a bit of chastening, and a return to the glowing shelter of die zauberflote…