There are actually two “Mozart Syndromes.” This first one is rather precious and new and deals with washing the sounds of Mozart’s melodies over the ears of babies and young children to help them think more clearly. The second “Mozart Syndrome” is more ancient, more insidious and much more dangerous by many magnitudes.
To understand the deadly “Mozart Syndrome” we must first know the original Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart died in 1791 at the tender age of 35. He was at the peak of his musical brilliance. The world shook with his unexpected and untimely death and music hasn’t been the same since: We are still fascinated by his music and enchanted by his cheated genius.
The next matter you need to understand is the True Artist is born and not created.
The final moment you must accept is this: Every True Artist has a Death Wish. Few expect to live beyond the Mozart cutoff age of 35 for confirmation of their supreme SuperGenius.
The True Artists expects suffering and seeks out pain. The history of creating an aesthetic in the world is one of pain, misunderstanding beyond the middling mind, and an everlasting fight against the majority power.
Genius is the domain of the young, untempered, mind — when the True Artist sneaks beyond 35, the chances for creating Mozart-like art that crosses the Ages and bridges the tides is tremendously diminished.
The True Artist is falsely born to fail and many fully expect to be dead by the age of 35 and that’s why so many with a strong, inborn, aesthetic appear to the ordinary, mediocre, eye as irresponsible, flaky and unchallenged. They are forced to live in the now and of the moment because they were born to know they have no need to think about tomorrow — except to have their genius place reserved in a future they will never see.
The tragedy in the other Mozart Syndrome is many of these Artists cruelly live beyond 35 — even if they find some early success — and must face the rest of their lives knowing they never lived up to the Mozart mandate. Depression follows. Malaise reigns. Total failure permeates the being because Mozart is the sole societal measuring stick for success.
To successfully move beyond the Mozart Syndrome and into a real life of expectation, responsibility. and commitment, the True Artist — now re-born into more failure and extended suffering — must re-evaluate not only the meaning of life, but how that life will conform and conflate against rest of their days on earth.
That recognition can be smothering — and sometimes the only way out of the failure is to cease the living by confessing the role of the Artist in society is to merely to convey death by direct comprehension and then becoming part of the dark history of condemnation against inflated expectation.