Anne-Sophie Mutter oder die musizierende Blumenvase
tormented past few months we have Anne-Sophie Mutter with their own personal Mozartiade or should I say: its Mozart tirade!
torments us with interpretive innocuous and told music history trivia, lose nothing of its fascination - if we are to AS mother. You - in the center - its conceit and relentless self-styling presents us their latest concert gowns and wobbles up and down with the dachshund look of a musical connoisseur midst of their devoted her orchestra. There is no question she is pregnant with the idea they could finally emerge from the shadows of the conductors and finally determine all yourself. So she speaks with the tone of the confession of the "tragedy" in the music of Mozart and fidelt then the meter and the "passion" of a machine. But the satisfaction to reflect the tragedy, we need their own tragic experiences. AS real mother had your own experience? All her life she was surrounded by father figures and their spouses were father figures - it was perhaps a little too much shielded from the reality of everyday life and the enormous self-discipline in the practice of making music is not the training and development of the passions in the human interaction Replace. A part of the natural tragedy of life seems to me therefore in their musical play to be lacking - its affirmations to the tragic and passionate in the music notwithstanding.
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