A practice run for what some could call Mozart the father of. The Piano
Concerto. I was trying to figure out which instrument her would have first
used. Piano or Harpsichord. I listened to this piece in each. But, I’m not sure if you can really call this
Mozart’s first piano concerto. It seems to be a work of others turned concerto,
with a helping hand of his father. Yet, Concerto’s 1-4 must have given him a
taste. And, they are very nice. But, I noticed there seems to be a lack of banter between the orchestra and
the Piano. They agree too much to itch
my concerto sensibilities. I guess I like conflict.
First hoof off the trailer, I liked the opening. The allegro suggests a fun adventure is about
to begin. Like a group getting ready
for a trail ride into mountains on a warm cool day. The keys are the ramrod and
the orchestra is the riders. The piano solo progresses in a manner that gives me
the feeling, I am moving higher and higher into the mountains. The Andante Movement, while slow, is not sorrowful,
but content. It is the music from the top of the mountain. The sun is out. And,
I just sit back, breathe the cool air, let my skin absorb the warm sun, and
enjoy the view. Toward the end, there is
a hint of darkness, but I think the darkness is just a quick realization I can’t
stay up there forever. With a one last
sigh, it is time to leave. The third movement
shouts, this trip was a miracle. I see things differently now, and I am better
because of it.
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