37 years old and i am just starting to understand Mozart. starting to see a balance between substance and flourish, melody and filigree, material and theater. i get depressed listening to Richter, in his 80s, say that he never cracked the code of Mozart. i never will, either, but these past couple of weeks it came alive to me. i hit a rough patch these last few weeks. i can still see the knives and the masks and the eyes.
it started at 12:39am, Tuesday, April 19, 2005; and ended at 1:08pm, Tuesday, April 26, 2005, in the lobby of this apartment building. as clearly as i can see the knives i can clearer see that feeling of stranded completion, pounding my fists on the kitchen counter and jumping up and down. i was happy, bopping out in the kitchen to ABBA songs, and i’m glad no one saw it. because it was all mine. thank you, Mozart. thank you, ABBA. thank you, India. thank you, you know who. much respect. stay safe.
