Mozart's Clarinet Quintent in A major K 581 is without doubt one of the saddest pieces of music I know.
Achingly beautiful, plangently simple, I don't know the circumstances of its composition but it resounds with loss, and at the same time there's an element of appearing to "get on with things" and hide the devastation from the world, but to me there's a forced cheerfulness, a hollowness, about the superficially allegretto parts; all the while the clarinet is weeping.
Love it.
On listening to it for the 36 time in a row, I now wonder if the piece is irrepressibly optimistic. Immense sadness, certainly, but an effervescence that cannot be stifled.
Hmmm!! All things to all people, clearly!
Mozart and the clarinet and/or voice - sheer perfection.
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