The CRT phosphor display of my newly added footnote to this post concerning audience etiquette at the classical music concert had hardly faded when the first of four (so far) pieces of crayon-inscribed hate mail appeared in my Inbox. Apparently, my quasi-academic musings on the subject were too dry, or too neutral, or too boring, to inspire any sort of response, but that footnote, and its closing graf in particular, which closing graf read:
A gifted composer's creative life, then as now, is not an easy one, fraught as it often is with unwelcome compromise. One imagines just how much Haydn and Mozart would have welcomed and been pleased by the more enlightened understanding and properly attentive reception of their works by today's better informed public concert audiences.
seem to have roused at least a few of the pop-culture-contaminated, all-musics-are-equal crowd to eloquent rejoinder. Choice is this charming expression of appreciation:
You snot nosed [sic] elitists make me puke. You need to attend some rock concerts [don't you just love it how the audiences for, participants in, and promoters of, these circus acts have co-opted the designation "concert" to take the place of the more appropriate but less prestigious and lower-status term, "show"?] to see how audience involvement should work. Mozart would not have "welcomed and been pleased by" todays [sic] rigid and snooty audience etiquette at classical music concerts enforced by snobs like you. Mozart hated the elite, and loved the common man, and would have written for them instead of the aristocrats if he could have, and would have loved their common man noisy response to his music.
Oh dear. How to tell this gentleman who's clearly attended far too many rock "concerts" that Mozart's contempt for the common man was at least the equal of his contempt for the aristocracy, and that at one early point in his career Mozart absolutely refused to perform for any audience not made up exclusively of music connoisseurs, and actually had to be lied to on that point just to get him to sit down at the clavier and conduct and / or perform his latest composition.
Well, better not to tell my correspondent, actually. It'll only make him more, um, distressed. So keep the above information just between you and me, and don't let on that you ever even read it.