Saturday, 24 January 2026

He Sings, He Plays, He Composes, He Conducts

What I am about to tell you here happened a long time ago in France. If you are preoccupied with how I know what I am about to tell you, you're asking the wrong question ... just try to focus on what I am about to tell you, ok? Here goes:

Jean Phillipe Rameau, 1760 

Jean Phillipe Rameau (further hereunder simply called Rameau) was born in Dijon into a family of musicians and, naturally, became a musician himself. He had brothers and sisters of which only one brother plays a (minor) role in what I am about to tell you. 

Rameau had his first sexual experience after he turned twenty-four (which was about ten years later than the average age of the French males of his time) and was so deeply and utterly disgusted by the act that he remained celibate for the rest of his life. 

While Rameau was busy composing operas and writing treaties on musical theory, his younger brother Jean Christophe Rameau, a prosperous rice merchant, married the charming young German soprano Amanda Chloe Sturz. They had a son whom they named Jean Francois. When the boy was sixteen, the parents died in a hose fire and Rameau took in his nephew to try to raise him to become a useful member of society. Jean Francois was interests were nice clothes, fine dining and women and, although he was highly intelligent, witty and a highly accomplished conversationalist, couldn't care less about making France great for the fourteenth and fifteenth of the Bourbon Louises.

Rameau being busy let the nephew to his devices thinking and hoping that this was just a stage that the youngster would outgrow. Uncle and nephew shared the house, the habit of smoking tabaco and the pleasure of taking long baths in fragrant hot water. One mild October evening in 1752, when the nephew finished his bath and went to the dining room for a snack and a smoke wearing his uncle's bathrobe and wig, a masked intruder climbed through an open window and stabbed Jean Francois in the neck. The blade severed the internal carotid and he bled out in four minutes. Although police investigated vigorously, arresting and questioning a large number of suspects, the case remained unsolved ... which is exactly what I said I that I am about to tell you and I did. Pauvre neveu!

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