"I’d imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured if the entire world was one big machine… I couldn’t be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason."
— Cabret Hugo in Hugo.
Mozart is to Fitzgerald as Beethoven is to Poe.
I’m taking a Humanities course and we are going over the music of the Renaissance. This includes the Classical and Romantic Age. Of course, my mind goes straight to the all famous Turkish March and Fur Elise. However, what never occurred to me was the people behind the dainty and incendiary sounds of life coming out of the piano.
Mozart was the type of person who you would want to grab a cup of coffee and chat with. I’m sure I would be intrigued by his stories about playing for the King of England, George III. Maybe even be dazed as he explains how he began to write minuets at age 5. Truly, I would be in awe of this man; this coming from a girl who has never even played a chord on the piano. Tchaikovsky, good grief… He is the reason 4-year-olds dress up in white tutus and (try to) dance in unicent. Nothing beats four little swans tripping over their ballet slippers. Not to mention, anyone who uses cannons as a finale into symphonies (The 1812 Overture) has a place in the Hall of Masters in my mind.
However, no composer quite hits my music bone like Beethoven. The fact that he was deaf is not the characteristic that made him surpass the rest. He was arrogant, dogmatic, and a man of little words; the exact opposite of the charming Mozart. Beethoven was miserable his entire life and walked around with a constant cold shoulder. Nevertheless, he was a rebellious genius who defied the Classical Age.
The Romantic Age was not about love or being… Well… Romantic. It was about expressing emotions and feelings from your fingertips to a key. Symphony #5 by Beethoven was, at first, said to be the devils music. This type of music was unthinkable. I silently wonder at the fact that if Symphony #5 was seen as devil-seeking. What is modern music seen as? I wonder what Tchaikovsky would say to Lady Gaga. Maybe he likes the idea of aliens.
Everything in the Classical Age was precise, measured, weighed, and in perfect harmony. The Romantic Age broke from that cycle. A favorite of mine is Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. It’s rather light but you can actually hear the pain and yearning in every key.
I’ve branched a bit.
Beethoven, though brash, is someone I would want to sit in front of and have uninterrupted eye-contact with. No conversation, just an act of communication that brings out more feelings and emotion than any small talk could ever do. I’m not sure I would want to have a conversation with him. I’m sure he’d be dreadfully sorrow and spiteful. Sitting in silence with this man would quench the desire left, if any, to speak to him.
From a lady who has never touched a piano.
"Don’t be cool. Be passionate. Be dedicated. Be tenacious. Be uncompromising. Be pissed. Be happy. Be sad."
Life, currently, in 15 words.
Stretching, fading, suppressing, blocking, maturing, losing, searching, falling, and praying all at the same time.
"gladiator, n.: I need you to help me fight off the lions of doubt."
— David Levithan, Lovers Dictionary
"I used to build dreams about you."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via petrichour)