I think I understand Beethoven. The great composer who lead western music into the romantic era. I’m no where close to his greatness, I don’t expect people to remember my name as we remember his. But I hope for it. When Beethoven was younger he had an abusive father who was an alcoholic. He would be mean to his son and drove his family crazy. Beethoven would use music as an escape.
I guess I can say I do the same, music is my escape. When I play the rest of the world disappears, time stands still, my senses become overwhelmed, my vision fills with color, it’s truly and sublime experience. I first had this experience when playing in the symphony, that used to be the only time I’d experience it. As my skills in violin improved, I could have a sublime experience on my own and whenever I want. Though it’s an amazing experience, it’s still no comparison to the euphoric sound of a symphony.
I have the perfect escape, I can confine myself to the hollow body of my violin, live within his resonating pitches, dynamics, and phrases. I can create my own worlds now. I feel truly lucky.
Beethoven experienced this too, I think. He escaped into his own world and brought us along too.