It doesn’t matter who you are. You gave your best, your worst and everything in between. Congratulate yourself for making it to here, prevailing or failing with your challenges. It doesn’t matter who you are. You are a worthy person and deserve to celebrate this one time, this one milestone of a thousand milestones.
Celebrate with me. For jocundity, for exultation, for the sheer epic magnitude of emotion expressed in the music of Beethoven. Prepare happily for Cry, Rinse and Repeat. Feel what unbounded joy is like through his music. Know that we are insignificant specks in a vast universe and yet, despite this fact, we create such works of unfettered jubilance.
It doesn’t matter who you are – Happy New Year – Thank you everyone who contributes to this blog and takes the time to read and comment here at DWR, may this year be kind to you and those you love.
Best Wishes,
The Arbourist
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2 comments
January 1, 2013 at 11:03 am
syrbal
I began my marriage with going to watch the Ninth performed by the Berlin Philharmonic with von Karajan conducting; it was splendid. I apparently mentally ended my marriage last night by going to Seattle to see the Ninth mangled by the Seattle Symphony conducted by a man who couldn’t count.
I guess that is appropriate? But yes, I love the Ninth…but though it is thought Beethoven’s best work; my favorite is still the Fifth.
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January 1, 2013 at 11:37 am
The Arbourist
*Jealous forever* – Von Karajan was a brilliant conductor. His interpretations are the ones that others get compared to, at least for me. When I catch a symphony on CBC, I’m always thinking…ooo..faster/slower than Karajan etc.
Intransigentia, my spouse, had the opportunity to sing in the choir when the 9th was performed here in Edmonton. I’m jealous of her as well, as being on the inside, is like nothing else, and of course with a masterwork like the 9th….*sigh*.
When it comes around again, I’ll have to buckle down and get into that choir – although I’m not sure if I can manage the whole not crying/minding my damn notes thing. :>
*augh* – Non counting is best left to the singers. Musicians are supposed to be able to count by the time they hit the podium. :>
As my appreciation of music grows, I appreciate the 9th more and more. It is kind of a emotional wringer for me (damn you Immortal Beloved, among other things) so I only infrequently listen to it.
The 5th’s incredible energy in the 3rd and 4th movement always knocks my socks off (the odd time I wear them, detestable inventions). I’m still stuck on the 7th, particularly the second movement. The sweet melancholy never fails to make me slow down and feel the passion of music.
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