We've been celebrating our anniversary this past weekend.
It's hard to believe Bob and I have been married 44 years, yet here we are. Celebrating under a strawberry moon, last night we returned to the Schermerhorn Symphony Center to hear Mozart's "Requiem;" and there was not a mask in sight. We managed to arrive early, so we could catch the conductor, Giancarlo Guerrero's lecture beforehand on Amadeus Mozart. When the Bride was a newborn, she had an elevated bilirubin count. So I would lay her on a blanket in the streaming, morning sunlight of the living room and massage her tiny body to Mozart piano concertos. He has always been my favorite classical composer.
We all know that Mozart died at only 35 years of age, and was buried in a pauper's grave. He was working on "Requiem" when he passed, leaving it unfinished. But what I didn't know is that he had been a bit of an arrogant intellectual who had been in debt most of his life. He was commissioned to compose "Requiem" by a duke who was mourning the death of his 20 year old wife - the only catch was that Mozart could not take credit for his own masterpiece. The duke would claim he composed the funereal music himself! And since he needed the money, Mozart agreed.
Ah the lying, the twists and turns of 18th Century Vienna.
I'm reminded of this 21st Century of misinformation, a time when promises made are not being kept; a time of cloak and dagger with a Supreme Court we cannot trust. Or as Nikki Haley said last night, and I'm paraphrasing, a small minority of people are telling the rest of us what to do! She was referencing trans women in sports, and I'm referring to gun violence; be that as it may, human rights are being stripped away from our country's most vulnerable, bit by incremental bit - including a whole generation of young women who had never before questioned their own bodily autonomy.
If Mozart were alive today, he would still be composing operas, piano and clarinet concertos, and serenades for flutes; a mere streptococcal bacterial infection doesn't usually end in a death sentence. The development of antibiotics in the 1930s saved the day. And the duke's wife? She most likely died in childbirth of "puerperal sepsis," which was strep too. A fever would start days later, and by one week post-partum the mother would be dead.
"Bearing a child is still one of the most dangerous things a woman can do. It's the sixth most common cause of death among women age 20 to 34 in the United States. If you look at the black-box warning on a packet of birth control pills, you'll notice that at most ages the risk of death from taking the pills is less than if you don't take them—that's because they're so good at preventing pregnancy, and pregnancy kills. The risk flips only after age 35 because birth control pills increase the risk of stroke. (Psst, guys, you know what makes an excellent 35th birthday present for your partner? Getting a vasectomy.)"
https://slate.com/technology/2013/09/death-in-childbirth-doctors-increased-maternal-mortality-in-the-20th-century-are-midwives-better.html#:~:text=In%20the%201600s%20and%201700s,much%20higher%2C%20perhaps%204%20percent.
Menopause has its perks ladies! A bit of good news this week for my beloved drag queens. A Federal court has blocked the Tennessee ban on public drag shows, so the show MUST go on and on! Wave your rainbow flags and catch my hair stylist, the lovely Britney Banks, who is coordinating a show at the PRIDE Festival taking place in our old neighborhood, at the Bicentennial Mall, later this month. I promised not to tell you the theme, and I keep my promises.
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