Yanni,
You have done some remarkable research on a series of issues that are close to the reality of Mozart. The very fact you have examined the careers of people like Cocchi and Galiani is proof of that. These are names which hardly appear in Mozart material and I know how difficult it is to examine any such material in any detail. But the same is true of the patrons, publishers and propagandists of Mozart's life, career and status as a whole. Here in England there are a number of music journalists and writers who encourage deeper study of such things. One is Norman Lebrecht. In his, 'When the Music Stops' he writes -
'The history of music is usually studied from its creative aspect - how masterpieces of western culture came in to being, how composers advanced the state of the art, how major works were received. The underside is rarely discussed - who paid for the music, who profited, who organised it, and why. The history of the music business is a half-glimpsed enigma, unknown to modern managers and undiscussed in polite society. The term itself is impolite, invoking images of fat, ash-flecked agents in loud suits. The truth is necessarily more complex. Some of the most successful operators practiced an almost saintly devotion to artists and their art. Others were outright villains, in it for what they could get. Both types took the greatest care to cover their traces. The music business imposes a stringent vow of silence that is designed to protect the myth of the immaculate artist'.
('Managers, Maestros and the Corporate Murder of Classical Music - When the Music Stops' - Norman Lebrecht - 1996)
You say Mozart was never surrounded by anyone in his lifetime. I beg to differ. He was virtually never alone throughout his entire lifetime. And, as an example, in the last years of his life, his home was like a railway station, visited by men who suddenly appeared to dominate his life. The composer Sussmayr is one example. Abbe Maximilian Stadler (who went on to become Constanze's 'adviser' and the editor of various musical works) another. Both of whom play a prominent 'minding' role in those last few years'. The court case with Prince Lichnowsky near the end of his life is another case. There was, in fact, no time in Mozart's life when he was alone. He was very closely managed. The sheer number of names in the documents is amazing. Reading like a reference book of 18th century elitism. I do not know a single reference in all of Mozart's correspondence where he refers to nature. Not one. Not a single reference. And this from a person who spent a huge part of his short life travelling across Europe. And this, up until 1781, under the protection of his father. In Vienna he was surrounded by 'friends' who appear from almost nowhere. He lives as a 'celebrity' and yet he is not a celebrity at all. The contradictions and paradoxes are obvious. I think it is very clear that Mozart was surrounded by managers and minders virtually all the way through his life. He is, beyond doubt, the best documented composer of western musical history. And the sheer number of names, characters refered to and met, talked to, etc. is almost ludicrously long. With what does this correspondence compare ? Except, perhaps, the writings of a Casanova. A Casanova who, we learn, helped with the libretto to 'Don Giovanni' for Prague. etc.
No, I can't agree he was a free man. This is the life and career of an exploited individual. A candidate chosen virtually before his birth to play a role. Which he willingly did. Managed till 1787 by his father.
It is my view that these meetings, these tours, these relationships cannot reasonably be explained without the existence of a huge network across western Europe of the time. Into which Mozart was inducted. Aristocrats and fraternity members, the most improbable acclaim and achievement. His itineraries alone so improbable, the welcomes received so contrived, and the logistics of 18th century travel in this way so ridiculous that nobody would have made them or attempted to make them without considerable planning in advance. The name-dropping correspondence testifies to this. Names which, on closer study, tell a very different story about Herr Mozart's mythical talents. And yet, of course, the testimonies exist. The glowing references. The hyperbole. Written, in virtually every case, by his fraternal friends.
I have real respect for your work. We may, in the end, be saying the same thing. From different perspectives.

