It could have been a very conventional life. He returned from Milan, because his old teacher back in Busseto croaked, and Verdi, who had obligations to the town, was recalled to take over the local Philharmonic Society. During the following four and a half years his future might have seemed predictable: a provincial musician had gone up to the big city for training and now returned to his home town to spend his life.

"Found as a stray in Bristol, England in 1884, and so named because of his love of peoples ankles, Nipper spent all of his life in relative obscurity. He was the pet of Mark Barraud, a Bristol theater stage set painter. Upon the painter's death in 1887, Nipper was adopted by Mark's brother, Francis Barraud. Francis, also a struggling artistic painter, noticed one day that the fox terrier was listening intently, head cocked, to a cylinder phonograph he had playing in his studio, and Barraud "often noticed how puzzled he was to make out where the voice came from" (anyone who has ever owned a dog knows that they cock their head and listen intently to ANYTHING strange!). After returning to live with his first owner's widow, Nipper passed away in September of 1895. His burial site, in a garden at Kingston-upon-Thames, in England, is marked with a plaque."
Verdi composed some occasional music, ran the Philharmonic Society, and continued working, when he could, on his opera. Also, he resumed playing duets with Margherita Barezzi. In 1836, when she was seventeen, they married, and even that seemed like one more strand in a conventional tale: rising hometown boy weds wealthy patron’s daughter.
But Verdi was Verdi, and the story altered. He finished his opera “Oberto” , finished his contractual obligations in Busseto, and took his wife and baby son to Milan. Obero was produced at La Scala with moderate success; enough to bring him a contract for three more operas from the director of La Scala. Then came a cruel paradox to horrible to be called ironic. his small son had died just before “Oberto” was produced. The first of his new operas was to be a comedy and while he was composing it, his wife died in 1840. He managed to finish the comic opera, it bombed and Verdi could not have cared less.

"The image of his old companion with the phonograph never left him, and inspired by this sentiment, Barraud painted the image of Nipper, listening intently to an Edison-Bell cylinder machine. Completed on February 11,1899, Barraud originally called the painting "Dog looking at and listening to a Phonograph" and it wasn't until later that it was renamed "His Master's Voice". Barraud would later say, "It is difficult to say how the idea came to me beyond the fact that it suddenly occurred to me that to have my dog listening to the phonograph with an intelligent and rather puzzled expression would make an excellent subject... it would certainly be he happiest thought I ever had."
Again, it might have seemed that his future was predictable. He thought his career was over and what was worse, he felt that might be a good idea; he saw himself as being broken by both professional failure and he even questioned whether he could survive by giving music lessons in his town or whether he could survive at all. Suicide likely crossed his mind.
That winter, while still in Milan, Verdi sat around in his obscure lodgings doing nothing. On a rare walk through the streets he accidentally met Merelli, the head of La Scala. Merelli, who had rejected Verdi’s request to be released from his contract, began a sales pitch on how a stubborn composer had declined a libretto by Solera and wanted something else. Verdi, who at that time, was willing to give away everything he owned for nothing, offered a libretto that had been prepared for him and that he would never need.

"Barraud took his painting to the folks at Edison-Bell and offered to sell it to them (after all...it DID have their phonograph pictured). An unfortunate character at Edison declined the purchase of the painting, stating that "Dogs don't listen to phonographs". A disappointed Barraud was advised to brighten the picture by repainting the black horn as a brass horn, and went to the newly formed Gramophone Company, Ltd., on Maiden Lane in London, to borrow one. He showed the folks there a photograph of his painting, and, as he would later recall: "The manager, Mr. Barry Owen asked me if the picture was for sale and if I could introduce a machine of their own make, a Gramophone, instead of the one pictured. I replied that the picture was for sale and that I could make the alteration of they would let me have an instrument to paint from". Given a Gramophone to work from, Barraud painted out the cylinder machine, and then painted in a Berliner "Improved Gramophone" machine on top"
Merelli, something of a schemer, thought this to be a marvelous gesture and while they walked he talked Verdi into the theatre and his office. There he took out the manuscript that the other composer had rejected and suggested that Verdi take it along with him. Verdi was in no mood for reading librettos, but Merelli weaseled, forced, cajoled and arm twisted the manuscript into Verdi’s hands and ultimately prevailed.
Burdened by a deep sadness and profound distress, Vedi trudged home in the snow. He got home and violently threw the manuscript on the table. The book had opened in falling on the table; without quite realizing how, he gazed at the page that lay before his eyes and read this line: “Va pensiero sull’ ali dorate”…. ” Go, thought, on golden wings.” It is the first line of the chorus of exiled Jews in “Nabucco” . That line served as the slender filament that tugged Verdi back to life. Although he made another effort to return the libretto, something had stirred again in him. Sixty yeas later, at Verdi’s funeral, the immense crowd spontaneously began to sing that chorus of exiled Jews-singing, at the very end of his giant career, the lines that had brought him back to music.
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