What Mozart Really Looked Like? The Video! (Take Two)

This time it's on YouTube to stay!

Mystery Solved!

     I finally obtained information about Bimperl/Bimbes/Bimpes/Pimperl the dog. From 1773 - 1777, the Mozarts kept a female fox terrier, called these four names by different members of the family. Wolfgang and Anna Maria usually called her Bimperl, Bimpes or Bimbes, while Nannerl and Leopold called her Pimperl. These are all various forms of the same name.
     In 1777, Bimperl died and the Mozarts bought a male dog, giving him the same name.
     I found this information on the Mozart Forum.

Fox Terrier. Image from Wikipedia.

Mozart, the Animal Lover

Mozart loved nature and animals. He kept several pets, and I thought it would be fun to write about them.

. . .

A Canary

Picture from Wikipedia

We read in a letter from 14-year-old Wolfgang to his sister Nannerl on May 19, 1770 about a little canary that the Mozarts kept. He wrote:

Write me, how is Mr. Canary? Does he still sing? Does he still pipe? Do you know why I am thinking of the canary? Because there is one in our anteroom that makes the same little sounds as ours.

. . .

A Dog

     Unfortunately, I can't seem to find much information on the dog that the Mozart family kept. Some sources say that it was a fox terrier.

     Mozart family letters refer to a "Miss Bimbes", a "Bimperl", and a "Pimperl". After much research, it sounds to me like they are all the same dog, but sometimes it's hard to tell. If I can find out any more, be assured that I will post it.

     

In a letter dated August 21, 1773 (at age 17), Mozart wrote to his sister:

How is Miss Bimbes? Please present all manner of compliments to her.

In an October 1777 letter from Leopold to 21-year-old Wolfgang (who was in France with his mother at the time), we read:

As the weather is fine, [Nannerl and I] take an early walk every day with our faithful Bimperl, who is in splendid trim and only becomes very sad and obviously most anxious when we are both out of the house, for then she thinks that because she has lost you two, she is now going to lose us as well. So when we went to the ball and she saw us masked, she refused to leave Mitzerl, and, when we got home, she was so overjoyed that I thought she would choke. Moreover, when we were out, she would not stay on her bed in the room, but remained lying on the ground outside the porter's door. She would not sleep, but kept on moaning, wondering, I suppose, whether we should ever return.

Then, while Mozart was writing and rehearsing Idomoneo, K. 366, in 1780, he wrote to his father:

Give Pimperl a pinch of Spanish snuff, a good wine-biscuit, and three busses (kisses).

. . .

A Starling

Picture from Wikipedia

On May 27, 1784, Mozart noted in his expense book that he had bought a pet starling. In the same book he also wrote down a tune that the bird whistled for him, and noted, "That was beautiful!"

Besides the two G sharps, the notes are identical to the theme of the third movement to Mozart's 17th Piano Concerto, K. 453, which had been written earlier that year. It is unknown whether he taught this to the bird, or if the bird whistled it for him (having been taught the tune by someone else), and that is what made him buy it.

The bird died on June 4, 1787. Mozart wrote a sad little poem on the occasion and buried the bird in his back yard.

To read the poem, click here.

. . .

A Horse

Mozart wrote to his wife, who was at the spa in Baden due to illness, in 1791:

Now as to my mode of life: As soon as you were gone I played two games of billiards with Herr von Mozart who wrote the opera for Schickaneder's theatre (The Magic Flute); then I sold my nag for fourteen ducats; then I had Joseph call my primus (valet) and bring a black coffee, to which I smoked a glorious pipe of tobacco...

Since his health was failing, Mozart's doctor advised him to buy a horse and ride every day. However, Mozart didn't care for the exercise and sold his horse.

New! Classical Creations

http://www.cafepress.com/classicalcreations

Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day to all fathers everywhere!

Johann Georg Leopold Mozart

November 14, 1719 - May 28, 1787

Mozart's father Leopold was born on November 14, 1719 in Augsburg, Germany. He was very serious and extremely dedicated to his two children, especially his son. He was a very talented composer and violinist, and became famous throughout Europe when he published a book on how to play the instrument the same year that Wolfgang was born.

Leopold contributed greatly to his children's abilities, not just musically, but also academically, as he was both music instructor and teacher to his Wunderkinder as they toured all of Europe. 

In April of 1787, Leopold became seriously ill, and on May 28th of that year, he passed away in Salzburg, Austria.

Troubles, come what may...

I can handle anything, now that I have my Mozart coffee thermos, Amadeus movie, and Amadeus Special-Edition Soundtrack.

Bring it on!

What would Mozart say about MY playing?

I often tell people that as much as I wish I could find a time machine and meet Mozart face-to-face, I would not want to be his student. I have read that Mozart was a very good and loyal friend, but as a teacher, he was very critical.
Here, on October 23, 1777 (age 21), he writes to his father about Nannette Stein,  the daughter of his friend Herr Stein,  who played for him.

Whoever can see and hear her play without laughing must be a stone (Stein) like her father. She sits opposite the treble instead of in the middle of the instrument, so that there may be greater opportunities for swaying about and making grimaces. Then she rolls up her eyes and smirks. If a passage occurs twice it is played slower the second time; if three times, still slower. When a passage comes, up goes the arm, and if there is to be an emphasis it must come from the arm, heavily and clumsily, not from the fingers. But the best of all is that when there comes a passage (which  ought to flow like oil) in which there necessarily occurs a change of fingers, there is no need of taking care; when the time comes you stop, lift the hand and nonchalantly begin again. This helps one the better to catch a false note, and the effect is frequently curious.


Oh, did I forget to mention that the girl he criticizes is only eight years old?!