Snuggled down, warmly wrapped against the very cool day today, I started last night around 2 PM working on a project and was surprised at 7AM by Chaumonde opening the door wondering where was the coffee. The research project was simple enough, why was Schubert too timid to approach Beethoven? Then it moved to why did Mendelsohn call Schubert a Ballad writer? The more I read the more I wondered why the revealed information was not available to me at an earlier date. I was introduced to Schuberts 9th Symphony at about age 10. Someone had given us several albums of the old 78s and I still have them to this day. They were Wagner Venusberg, Tschaikowski 6th Symphony, Beethovens 5th Symphony and Schuberts 9th Symphony. Stacking them on the phonograph and watching them spin dizzily, wildly, mesmermized to another world brought to bear by the music, imagination ran wild, creating scenes, fighting battles, championing causes -- And to this day I can scarcely catch my breath during some passages The eyes moisten, unrestrained. There must be a combination of remembrance, a kindred spirit, hope springing eternal, interlaced between the music and my DNA. Or maybe I am just a sissy. I now know why Beethoven was unaccessable to Schubert but yet Schubert was a torchbearer at Beethovens funera and buried just one space away from his hero. And too I know why Mendelsohn called him a Ballad writer. And why Schubert never heard his greatest work performed. Why not enjoy with me the following: https://youtube/watch?v=kNocKxKd8-I
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 19:27:18 +0000
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