Joseph
Haydn went from being born in a little-known village in rural Austria to being
one of the most celebrated composers of his time, named "the father of the symphony" by his death at the age of 77
in 1809. Here’s how it all happened:
He
was sent away from home for serious music tutelage at the young age of 6. His
family recognized that he was seriously musically gifted, and knew that he
would never be able to get the proper training in their small Austrian town. He
eventually moved to Vienna where he worked as a chorister for nine years from
1740.
In
1749, Haydn’s voice had changed enough to annoy the Empress. So when he cut off
the pig tail of another chorister as a prank, this was enough to get him fired
and sent out into the streets with no food, and no home. She sounds almost like Mrs. Mann from Dickens' Oliver Twist - but with more power.
Luckily,
a friend took him in and he immediately began the pursuit of a career as a
freelance musician. He struggled to find work, and having had little technical training
in his nine years as a chorister, he worked through counterpoint textbooks and
began to grow a reputation as a musician. He even had works that he had given
away for free published and sold – surprisingly to little annoyance on his
part.
Even
though he didn’t seem to mind giving these pieces away at the time, apparently
later in life he had one major character flaw: greed. He would contently haggle
over compensation for his pieces and was quite aggressive when renegotiating
contracts. Perhaps this perceived bit of kindness was actually a tipping point?
Getting
his work into the public sphere, even without compensation, turned out to aid a
wonderful turn of events for Haydn. His music caught the eye of local
aristocrats and he was soon engaged as a teacher with many of them, and before
long he attained his first full time private employer.
Haydn
married a woman named Maira in the year 1760. She was the sister of a woman
named Theresa, with whom Haydn had been in love. They had a completely unhappy
marriage but the laws kept them from escaping it. They produced no children and
both took on lovers.
He
said that he was surprised to have been loved by many pretty women throughout
his life. This is because though he was a genius, he was far from handsome. He
had a short stature (due to malnourishment through his childhood, no doubt). And
his face was pitted from surviving a bout of small pox. His nose was also
disfigured by polypus which was painful and sometimes debilitating. It’s really
quite a miracle that anyone managed to survive in that day in age!
Though
his marriage was unhappy, this didn’t seem to keep him down at all. He is
reported as having a naturally cheerful disposition through his life. He loved
to play pranks and jokes on his friends – and not all of them got him in as
much trouble as the pig tail fiasco.
Only
a year later, he was offered a similar posting with the wealthy Esterhazyfamily. He moved onto their estate
and remained there working in near seclusion. Despite this seclusion, he was
one of the most popular composers of the day.
In
1779, his contract was renegotiated, and he could write music for others as
well. This was a turning point in his career. He began to compose fewer operas,
more symphonies and music for string quartets.
He
grew lonelier and so reduced his position to part time so that he could be in
Vienna where his friends were, including his dear companion Mozart.
He traveled
to London where he gained even more popularity – and even more money until he
was completely financially secure, with thanks, I’m sure, to his haggling ways.
He
then met young Beethoven in his home city of Bonn and had Beethoven come to
Vienna to teach him. (See my post about Beethoven for more of their… tumultuous
relationship.)
He
spent many years as a public figure in Vienna, rapidly composing genius works
and making public appearances. However, for the last seven years of his life,
his health was in a state of decline to the point that he had difficulty
composing, though the ideas for new musical works did not stop flowing.
Haydn
passed away just after an attack on Vienna by the French army under Napoleon.
His last words were words of comfort to his servants in light of the
distressing attack: "My children, have no fear, for where Haydn is, no harm
can fall," as a canon shot exploded in the neighbourhood. A funeral
service was held two weeks later at which Mozart’s Requiem was played.