3 May 2016


somebody can hear someone playing Beethoven's moonlight sonata, and fucking up occasionally but pulling through, and hear that in entirely different ways. Maybe they hear it as a sad piece of music made even sadder by this demonstration of a performer who once had facility but is now tragically eroded. Or maybe they hear it as the fits and starts of a person recovering from a calamity, filling the hippocampus with laboured breath, slowly lighting those long dark neutral paths and persevering and finding his strength again.

1 comment:

Chels said...

Moonlight Sonata is my favorite Beethoven piece. Not an original stance to take, but it's a classic for a reason. It's gorgeous.