Day 025: Coffee with Mozart, Hadyn, and Beethoven
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Vienna 1971—A Student Journal
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Day
25 — Coffee with Mozart, Hadyn, and Beethoven
27-August-1971
(Fri.)
TRANSCRIPT
Met with my Horn teacher today. Talked for a while
and told me that my embouchure looked basically
alright, except for a few things.
Had dinner in Schubert's Über. Excellent home-type
meal. Also had café [coffee] in a café where
Mozart,
Hadyn, and Beethoven used to visit.
My song
is almost
finished.
Tomorrow I start practice.
REFLECTIONS
Hochschüle
fur Musik und Darstellende Kunst. It looks
like I’m starting to think about school at the
Academy of Music and Dramatic Art (Hochschüle fur
Musik und Darstellende Kunst) that will be coming up
soon. I meet my French horn teacher for the first
time. (Professor Gabler) Perhaps it was an audition
to get in his class? I’m not certain. I find out that
my embouchure may not be too bad off. It must just be
“me” that makes mistakes. Regardless, I’m looking
forward to studying horn.
Dinner
with Schubert. Then
dinner at Schubert’s Über. I think that language
school is ending soon and we went out with my
roommates and Anjali to dinner. I don’t remember if
Schubert’s Über is the name of a restaurant or a
special tourist place.
Composer's
coffeehouse. Finally,
we went to a café where the master’s—Mozart,
Hadyn, and Beethoven—used to sit and have coffee, or
whatever else they drank. How cool is that? I
remember thinking what it would have been like being
in this café during those times and with those
composers present. Did Mozart where a wig when
socializing? Did Beethoven spit into a spittoon,
fiddle with his sketch notebooks, and give everyone a
hard time? Haydn, hmmm, don’t know much about his
personality. It was neat being in such a historic
place. I remember it being crowded with lots of
tables. Basically, an historic Vienna coffeehouse.
My
first song? Next. I’m
writing a song? It’s almost finished? Where did that
come from? I never wrote a song before in my life.
Well, I wonder what has come over me? I guess we’ll
soon see.
Where
is Grammar Girl? P.S. I now
realize that my underlining
in the
journal is not grammatical, but a way for me to find
key words as I skim through the journal. Good thing,
otherwise Grammar
Girl would be
on my case. An insight: 36 years before Google and
the Internet, I was intuitively developing a
text-based search engine for quick retrieval of data
from a text-based storage device. I’m impressed. You
would think I should be getting some money from
Google for that search technique. You would think.
[Note: I am gradually replacing most underlines,
sometimes with bold or italic typeface.]
John
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