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Of late, I have been listening to a collection of recordings of the Beethoven trios for piano, violin and cello.
I had not had an opportunity to hear these compositions before.
Truth be told, I didn’t know they existed.
That the magic of digital music, iPhones and the internet makes it possible for me to listen to these pieces of music as I drive will take another haiku.
For today I have to gush over the magic that is Beethoven.
In another entry, I quoted the movie Amadeus on Mozart’s music when Antonio Salieri shuffles through pages of sheet music penned by Mozart and says, ” … music, finished as no music is ever finished. Displace one note and there would be diminishment. Displace one phrase and the structure would fall.”
I wouldn’t say that about Beethoven.
He is all over the place.
His notes are loaded onto a flat bed truck and you get the feeling that some of the notes are just hanging on.
Just when you think you know where the music is going, the flat bed truck hits a bump and all the notes fly in the air and come down again and go off in a different direction.
He makes all it work.
Somehow as only Beethoven can, it all works.
In the Ken Burn’s film on Frank Lloyd Wright, whose name could have been in this haiku but it didn’t fit, architect Robert A.M. Stern says about the house, Falling Waters, “I don’t know how he (Wright) does that. If I did, I would do it too!”
Listening to these trios on my commute I can lose myself in the music and its 20 minutes closer to home.
My thoughts aren’t on driving which is both good and bad thing.
What are my thoughts on?
Since you ask, I find myself thinking about Simone Biles.
I am not making this up.
As I listen to the music bounce, jump, leap and rebound beyond human possibility, Simone Biles is bouncing around in my brain.
Maybe it’s just a natural reaction of my brain to use creative visualization to get my arms around the music.
The computer in my mind sorts through the uncounted gigabytes of memory to come up with images to match the music and the computer spits out Simone Biles.
I am not a big fan of Gymnastics.
Like most American’s, I watch every 4 years for about 1o minutes.
A little bit more attention than I give, say, curling.
Nevertheless (dear, sweet word), how can you not be aware of Simone Biles.
In the same way the music of these Beethoven Trios are unexpected explosively wonderful, so are these performances of Biles.
I watch and I stare and I say, “HOW?”
I listen and I hear and I say, “HOW?”