As a young boy I used to stand in front of my father’s loudspeakers and conduct the orchestra that was playing for me, just for me, through the broadcast of the local radio station. In my imagination the musicians were exquisitely reactive to any of my desires. On one of these occasions, however, it suddenly dawned on me that Mozart himself might be listening in. What started as a suspicion swiftly turned into certainty: Yes, he was watching, and most probably laughing, too, at the absurdity of the little boy trying to exert his influence upon the world. Needless to say that the conducting in front of the loudspeakers abruptly came to an end.