The music of Gustav Mahler has always been special to me. I first heard it late one night when I was in high school in South Florida, on the radio. I missed the beginning of the piece, so I had no idea who or what I was listening to. It didn't matter. It spoke to me, and continues to, in a very special way. I actually don't listen to Mahler more than other composers, but like an improtant friend that you don't see as often as you would like, it is never far from my mind.
The Österreichisches Theater Museum is presenting an exhibit called "Mahler and Vienna". Ben and I visited it today. It received glowing notices from Ben, " Dad, that wasn't boring at all... I'd go back there again." Never prouder....
Pictures:
1. Mahler Street. How cool is that? It's right next to the Opera House.
2. Bust of Mahler at the entrance of the museum.
3. Original poster of the premiere of the 8th Symphony, 100 years ago, next month!
4. Mahlers death mask.
5. The shirt he died in. Nice linen fabric... Incidentally, his burial date was May 22, 1911. Exactly 47 years later, I was born. Co-incidence? I think not!
6. Composition sketch from the 3rd Symphony, 1st movement: the ultra-cool trombone solo.
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