Mozart F.X.

A special guest presentation


Well, I am not quite sure what to say here.  I'm a quiet, reserved sort of chap really.  A confirmed bachelor is what most people call me, like my big brother Karl.  I'm a man of few words.  You are welcome to call me F.X.

Madame Adelaidezone has invited me here today, and she is a lady I can never refuse to assist, even though she is skeptical about the Mozart Effect.    Madame Adelaidezone even allows me to call her Aunt Twaklin.  The gracious lady is most generous in her praise of my own musical abilities, even though she has little interest in Romanticism or the FX Holden.  She knows that we all need to make a living in the best way we can, but I will never be as great a musician as my dad was, or even match the keyboard excellence of Auntie Nannerl.

Me

From the picture of me here, you can see that I look more like Grandpapa Mozart than Dad.  I never knew either of them in the material world, though Mum has shown me portraits of my distinguished forebears, and of Granny Mozart and Auntie Nannerl.  My brother Karl and I really wish wigs had stayed in fashion, though a beanie or pompom hat often help to cover our bald patches in cold weather.

I suppose neither of us should really complain about hair loss when so many of our siblings died in infancy.  Our brothers Raimund and Johann died as babies, as did our sisters Theresia and Anna Maria.  I'm sure Mum often thinks they may have provided her with great, great, great, great, great, etc. grandchildren who would be rich pop stars in the 21st century.

Tonight will be really important to members of my family.  We will be remembering what Dad went through in the final months and hours of his mortal life.  Dad knows all too well what it was like to experience a financial crisis, as does Mum.  Fortunately, both are now quite wealthy in the ethereal world, and Auntie Nannerl is finally getting the recognition she deserves, too.

Karl and I are not so well known, maybe because we had no widows or children to continue our legacy, but I have always said Dad was a much better composer than I, or Karl, could ever be.  You may like to hear some of my music, though.  Karl says you may also like to see the cute picture of us, painted when we were little.

Me and Karl

Aunt Twaklin has been working really hard with the Mozart 220 commemoration preparations.  I'm 220 years old myself now.  It's hard to believe Dad will be 256 in January.

I'm grateful I have so many wonderful pieces of music left to me, and the rest of the world, by Dad.  Perhaps you appreciate his work as much as I do.  Many people have not had much of a chance to know their fathers very well and so I feel, in some ways, that I have been fortunate to hear what he was able to express through his compositions.

Aunt Twaklin, and my family, hope you will be able to join us for the commemorations tonight and tomorrow.  We look forward to your presence (though don't go to the trouble of providing any presents).

Yours modestly
F.X. Mozart