Ernst Von Siemens Music Prize

The international Ernst von Siemens Music Prize (German: Ernst von Siemens Musikpreis) is an annual music prize given by the Bayerische Akademie der Schönen Künste (Bavarian Academy of Fine Arts) on behalf of the Ernst von Siemens Musikstiftung (Ernst von Siemens Foundation for Music), established in 1972. The foundation was established by Ernst von Siemens (1903–1990). The prize honors a composer, performer, or musicologist who has made a distinguished contribution to the world of music. In addition to the main prize, other prizes are also given. The total prize money given is currently 3 million euros, with the winner of the main prize receiving €250,000. The prize is sometimes known as "the Nobel Prize of music".

Smaller awards are called "Förderpreis" (encouragement award). "Komponisten-Förderpreise" ("Composers' Prizes") are given to young composers for one of their works. "Förderprojekte" ("Grant-in-Aid Projects") support music festivals, concerts, musical institutions, and young musicians.

Read more about Ernst Von Siemens Music Prize:  List of Winners of The Ernst Von Siemens Music Prize, List of Winners of A Composers' Prize

Famous quotes containing the words von, music and/or prize:

    Artists have a double relationship towards nature: they are her master and her slave at the same time. They are her slave in so far as they must work with means of this world so as to be understood; her master in so far as they subject these means to their higher goals and make them subservient to them.
    —Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749–1832)

    There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
    There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
    There is society where none intrudes
    By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
    I love not man the less, but nature more,
    George Gordon Noel Byron (1788–1824)

    Eternall God, O thou that onely art
    The sacred Fountain of eternall light,
    And blessed Loadstone of my better part;
    O thou my heart’s desire, my soul’s delight,
    Reflect upon my soul, and touch my heart,
    And then my heart shall prize no good above thee;
    And then my soul shall know thee; knowing, love thee;
    And then my trembling thoughts shall never start
    From thy commands, or swerve the least degree,
    Or once presume to move, but as they move in thee.
    Francis Quarles (1592–1644)