Hans Wurst

 Der Hanswurst, seit dem 16. Jahrhundert (Hans worst^[1]) war (und ist noch immer) als Spott- und Schimpfwort in Gebrauch. In Österreich entstanden die Versionen Wurschtl, Hansnarr, Hansdampf. 1775 verfasste der 26-jährige Johann Wolfgang Goethe eine Farce mit dem Titel Hanswursts Hochzeit.

Als Hansdampf in allen Gassen wird umgangssprachlich ein aktiver, vielseitiger und umtriebiger Mensch bezeichnet, ein Tausendsassa .

: Jack of all trades – and master of none (dt. etwa: in jedem Beruf Geselle, aber in keinem ein Meister). 

MOZART

  Zwar strebte er grundsätzlich auch weiterhin ein festes Beschäftigungsverhältnis an, doch es durfte nicht „zur Fessel werden, einer freien Entfaltung seiner künstlerischen Vorhaben im Wege stehen“. (Volkmar Braunbehrens)

Mozart

Piano Concerto No.17 K453 - Mariana Achba/Vakhtang Kakhidze

 

On May 27, 1784, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart bought a small starling in Vienna. It wasn't just a pet: this little bird had a special talent! Mozart soon realized that the bird repeated the melodies it heard with incredible accuracy, but not only that... it also added its own variations! One day, the starling sang the first 17 notes of Piano Concerto No. 17 in G major, K. 453, with some modifications: It added a musical coda in the first complete bar. It sang a G-sharp (G#) instead of a natural G (G) in the next bar. It is said that it was the starling's version that became the definitive version of the concerto. When his beloved bird died on June 4, 1787, Mozart organized a lavish funeral and even wrote a funeral poem, demonstrating the special bond he had with it. A genius who found inspiration everywhere... even in the feathers of a little starling!

 

 

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       “I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” ― Anais Nin___

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