The ultimate argument to save our species can be made by a single symphony. The tortured genius who wrote it had been going stone-cold deaf for nigh on two decades.
It could’ve been no other way.
Beethoven’s 250th birthday (December 16th) has sparked a global eruption of shock and awe.
Amidst the ghastly demise of our deranged Caligula, the adulation for Ludwig edges into outright worship.
And rightly so. Each of Beethoven’s nine symphonies is a major masterpiece. His concertos, sonatas, overtures, rondos, quartets, and more are nearly all uniquely immense.
The fugues he wrote at the end of his life are complex, demanding, indecipherable … either centuries ahead of their time, or channeled — Jimi Hendrix style — from some other planet.