And don’t get me started with the ninth. If ninth was a person? I would probably leave the room when he came in, all bells and whistles, look at me! I am enormous, I am a giant , I am music incarnate. No wonder Anthony Burgess chose it as the symbol of his new form of morals and ethics, or lack off. The most frightening thing about the ninth is that when it is loud it is scary, but when it is soft and low, then it is really terrifying. The anticipation, the undertow carrying you down , carrying you into that alley, where his big brother the cymbal is waiting for you.
He is a great composer. He was a great composer even when he lost his hearing which meant he actually understood what he was doing. He is a great master of expression and of passion.
And I just don’t get him. Not my cup of tea.
I am going to listen to some bach to relax and gather my thoughts.
This Ludwig wears me out. Maybe I will make some soup.