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The goal

Life is like a song. Living is like making music. The goal is not to get to the last note in the shortest amount of time. The goal is to stay in the moment and find your groove right where you are. Less commotion. More composition.

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  1. Yes1 A chorus of yeses!

    Notes over noise, Chords over discord,
    Harmony over harried. Treble clef over
    troublesome. Symphony over cacophony.

    Achievement over activity.

    “Less commotion. More composition.”
    Song of Joy

    Music to my ears . T.K.

      1. You’re welcome. T.K.

        I should have added that Beethoven cut off the
        piano legs so that when he put his ear to the
        floor he could feel the vibrations to continue

        When I read something like this, I stop. I reread
        the passage. My mind starts to fire off in many
        directions. I am astounded.

        I am continually intrigued and impressed with the
        resources that some human beings will mine to
        overcome and thrive.

        “Coping as choreography.”

        “Less commotion. More composition.”

  2. His father was alcoholic. Demanded he play
    every piano piece perfectly as a young boy or
    he would be beaten and banished to the cellar.
    (Unpleasant dank dark places in those days.)

    He would continue to compose and play his
    music. Started losing his hearing. Morose and
    sullen after a prolong court case over custody of
    a nephew, he became the town buffoon. (Some
    hints that this may have been his son born of an
    affair with his sister-in-law. “Immortal Beloved.”)
    Wearing the same food smeared clothes for days on
    end. Wandering around town unkempt and ridiculed.

    Cut off his piano legs to hear the vibrations of his
    composition as his deafness increased, he created
    his 9th Symphony (with Song of Joy) and when first
    performed publicly he had to be turned to the audience
    as he couldn’t hear their tumultuous applause. In that
    full gesture he was restored and redeemed.

    It is a wonder that he didn’t abandoned his music with
    the abusiveness woven into its strains from his father.
    And a blessing to us that he didn’t.
    Ludwig van Beethoven

    There is an ongoing debate as to who was the greatest
    classical musician: Beethoven or Mozart. The jury is
    still out.

    1. This is inspiring. I’m really grateful that he didn’t allow his trials to win out over creative autonomy. Stories like this really challenge me (in a great way). They help me see through some of my own B.S. a lot more clearly. Thanks for sharing this, Alana.

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