Lecture 21 (2008) - full transcript

In November 1831

was found, on the banks of a
lake a hundred kilometers from Vianna,

the frozen body of a master of
music that was called Anton Peters,

The man was lying in the snow,

next to a suitcase, and clutched
a violin between the fingers,

He did it with such force
that it was impossible, then,

bury it without its tool,

LESSON VENTUNO

At the University of Packard
nobody had ever seen anyone...

with charm and intelligence
of Professor Mondrian Kilroy,

Many remember it for certain
bizarre attitudes...



that complicated his relationship
with institutions and colleagues,

Most of us,
his former students...

he remembers it for the marvelous
anomaly of his lessons,

For years,
every Monday at the same time...

Professor Kilroy
he entered the classroom...

to tell the students
the folly of his research,

At first he had thrown himself
on the study of curved objects...

convinced that they were in them
hidden the secret of the universe,

He wrote essays
on the dynamics of the waves...

on circularity
of the biblical message...

and on the specific weight
of the hard egg,

In 1984, after a bankruptcy
White week,,,

conceived a project
to whom he dedicated his last years,

Draw up a catalog
of overestimated works of art,



"False masterpieces" called them,
He claimed they were 141,

His every lesson in those years
it was memorable,

It was in pieces
"Moby Dick" or Emily Dickinson,

You should have heard
the most beautiful of his lessons...

what he called
"Lesson 21",

It was dedicated to a symbol
of European musical civilization...

Beethoven's "Ninth Symphony",

That was dynamite,

We came up with the idea of ​​transcribing it
that lesson...

based on what we remember
and on our notes,

It will not be a perfect job,
but it is the answer to those who ask us...

because we will never forget
Professor Mondrian Kilroy,

The lesson started
with a long silence,

Then a man appeared,
a violin...

and a snowy expanse,

Am I already dead?

Do not be offended, you can tell me,

In your opinion, am I already dead?

How are the words?

- Which words?
- The words of the song,

It is not a song, it is a symphony,

- Do the symphonies have no words?
- Generally not,

Does not this have them?

- Yes, this has them,
- I told you!

- It's a complicated story,
- Please tell her!

Then,,,

Have you ever played with someone?

My dad liked to play
the double bass, then broke it,

Imagine there were so many
like him with flutes, violins...

In short, a bit of everything,

Then,,,

Now you have to put them in order,

Now you should...

Those three back there, please...
very kind,

Now,,,

make them play,

Courage! Make them play,

Wow!

- Beautiful, is not it?
- Strong!

Strong, but what's missing?

The voice,

They had written some symphony...

with the singers coming in
at one point, but they were horrendous,

The symphonies were made with
the tools and they were nice like that,

What do the voice and the singers have to do with it?

For him the idea of ​​putting ourselves
the singers and the choir...

Perhaps he thought the sounds of the
tools were not enough for him anymore,

Pay attention to what I say,
with those sounds...

he had really done everything,

The "Fifth Symphony",

People fainted in the boxes,

And the "Seventh"? They were crazy,
but all bewitched, as if by magic,

He wrote eight symphonies
and then nothing more...

for ten years,

When he tried again,
came out with the idea of ​​the choir...

and singers right in the finale,
BUM!

The Ninth Symphony,
the Ode to Joy...

Only he could imagine that...
nobody else!

- What was his name?
- Ludwig van Beethoven,

- Would he be the musician?
- Yup,

- We were waiting for her at the village,
- I got lost on...

- A kind of meadow full of snow,
- It's not a lawn, - No?

- He forgot his shoes,
- Look!

He wants to fill with nonsense
the head of that child?

- We were talking about Beethoven,
- Exactly,

It starts with the Ninth
and we end with the Ode to Joy...
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humanity that embraces,
God in heaven and similar bullshit,

Children are entitled
to grow normal,

- He knew nothing about the Ninth,
- Better!

- The Ninth is the highest expression...
- About what?

He knows why Beethoven wrote
that stuff and for who really?

Really, for whom?

- It slips, - You bend
and look at the tip of the shoes...

as if they had shit us
the alien, - It never happened to me,

- It's the trouble of living in the city,
- I love living in Vienna,

All Vienna went to hear the Ninth
and it was a triumph,

- He does not know a shit about that story,
- I know that... - We have arrived,

It's a hole!

He expected metropolitan
and nightclubs?

- Thing?
- Come on, he has a lot to learn here,

- Red smoke comes out of the chimneys,
- When we finish the wood...

we burn the children!
- Red children,

Come,

I want to introduce them all,

What's this mess?
All here, right away...

and without stories!

Do not worry,
they are good people, I present them to him,

First I introduce you to Wenzel Simrock,
ice master,

- Talk softly with him, it's delicate,
- Nice to meet you,

Then there is Mademoiselle Wenzel Thomson,
illuminator master,

Fire, candles, torches,
stroboscopic, neon, flash...

- Children?
- Thing? - Anything,

Wenzel Schott Wenzel Schott,
brothers,

They are the best blasters
and pyrotechnics in the world,

Congratulations,

Do not pay attention to the missing arm,
they come from the army,

Wenzel Broderip, master aviary,

Wenzel! Beautiful name,

Wenzel Goetz, master of the snow,
He will be amazed at what he can do,

Madame... Wenzel Boheme,

- Very pleased,
- Maestro silencer...

and in charge of the winds,
- Master what?

Later he will explain it to him,

Wenzel Imbault, ships and ropes,

- He's a priest!
- Ladies and gentlemen,,,

our musician, Anton Peters,

Collaborate with him and help him,

He is convinced that Beethoven's Ninth
is a masterpiece,

Silence!

We do not have time to joke,

We have 45 hours, 13 minutes
and 16 seconds and a half,

Then it will be late for anything,

- Do you want to add something?
- He will be my assistant,

- He is my son,
- Hi Dad!

- He will only tell him nonsense,
- I reply to Peters,

I want to know
who my son works with!

Remember how it ended
with the last musician?

- The musicians are all the same,
- I have the right... - All right,

Mr, Peters, I have to ask you
ten minutes of his time,

Thomson!

Beethoven introduced
the Ninth Symphony in the world...

the evening of May 7, 1824,
in Vienna,

Can you tell us what the program was
of the evening...

what was the outcome of who it was
the text played by Beethoven...

and what was the topic?

He can repeat the questions
one at a time?

The evening of May 7, 1824 Beethoven
presented the Ninth Symphony to the world,

What was the evening's program?

Of course it was all music
of Beethoven,

An overture, three pieces of the
"Missa Solemnis" and the Ninth Symphony,

- The Nona lasted 60 minutes,
- What was the outcome of the evening?

It was triumphal,

The teacher directed the orchestra
despite deafness,

He was so focused,
that when the ninth ended...

he did not notice
and he continued to direct,

The Terese Hunger mezzosoprano
he took him by the shoulders...

and made him turn,

He came out as if by a spell,
he looked ahead of him...

and he saw the whole theater
that applauded,

People, knowing
that he could not hear...

he began to wave
of white handkerchiefs,

He waved them in a way
that that silent image...

he could fix himself
in the eyes of the teacher,

An image that he
he would never forget,

Very moving,

Thank you,

Whose poetic text was
music by Beethoven?

Of the great poet Friedrich Schiller,

It was called "Ode to Joy"
and it started like this,

"Joy, beautiful divine spark,
daughter of the Elisei... "

"we approach us drunk and quivering
to your sanctuary, goddess! "

Can you tell us what it was
the topic of poetry?

I repeat, Can you tell us what it was
the topic of poetry?

I believe that for Beethoven it was...

a hymn to the brotherhood
some men,

He thought that if we were capable
to experience the joy of living...

we would all become brothers,
we would live in peace...

and one God would watch
from heaven on our happiness,

Can you repeat the last sentence?

We would live in peace and one God
would watch from the sky...

on our happiness,
- I want my son back!

- That's crazy!
- Did you hear?

Silence!

Mr, Peters...

I'm sorry,
but he will have to give up the child,

BUZZ
Shut up,

I would be grateful if you would avoid it
to pronounce that word...

in the presence of the minor,
- Which word?

- God,
- Can I call him "the Creator"?

- Or he can avoid calling him,
- "Omnipotent"?

Leave it alone,

We have already lost enough time,

At work, now,

At work!

First thing,,,

study things up close,
otherwise you do not understand anything,

Who was Beethoven
when did he write the Nona?

A stranger, a madman,
the biggest one?

All three together,
Give me a push,

He had been for years
the idol of all,

They were crazy about his music
and it is understandable,

Nobody would have thought
that with those notes...

we could get there
where he arrived,

- Does she really have a strange violin?
- More or less,

- He plays alone, but it seems
that they are... - More or less,

- Even with ice it's like that,
- It sounds? - More or less,

Beethoven was speed
that nobody had thought...

the strength of which nobody
he had been able...

and the poetry to which no one
first he was moved,

It was not a thing for intellectuals,
it worked for everyone,

He knows the history of the Congress
from Vienna?

There were the powerful ones they had
defeated Napoleon,

They were there to divide the world,
a kind of G8,

Vienna was the capital of music,

They organized many concerts,
including an evening dedicated to him,

Beethoven prepared a nice program
for the occasion,

Because they were almost all military,
he did a horrible thing...

which he called
"The victory of Wellington",

It was a battle made with
the orchestra, the theater came down!

It's something that helps
to understand the character,

If they had invited him
at a congress of doctors...

he would write
a hymn to the thyroid,

Then, treacherously,
the Seventh Symphony broke away from him,

They were there, enjoyed for the battle
and he took them away...

with that piece of paradise,

That was not refined people,

They were soldiers or politicians,
but it made no difference...

he took them away,

However, do not come
strange ideas,

In reality we know little
of this matter,

When my father died,
I went to his bedside...

and I asked him the secret,

He had studied ice
For all life,,,

and his father
and his grandfather before him,

Now he was dying and I asked him
the secret of ice,

He looked at me and said...

"Whatever happens,
do not put your tongue on it ",

In the end what can be done
it's listening, so listen,

He feels? It's like a map,

He can also look if he wants,
but above all listen,

Something will understand,

Seventh Symphony,
Cheerful with panache, The final,

At this point the
Professor Kilroy did a belch,

He really did it, seriously,
He was well enough,

Then he lowered his voice
and solemnly enunciated...

the first crucial passage
of his reflection,

We have a very rare document
of that instant,

Just a few seconds,
but it's worth it,

Think about that Beethoven
at the top of the charts...

and immediately connect us
the Ninth Symphony,

Imagine it as an apotheosis
final, an announced triumph,

But, ladies and gentlemen,
the truth is that,,,

between that Beethoven
of which we speak and the Ninth Symphony...

ten years passed
where everything changed around him,

Thousands of days that we
we must try to understand,

They represent the time that this man
he used to go down to hell...

a hell that we could define
with a single word...

What is he doing?

Turn off that stuff, right away!

The word with which Kilroy
called that hell...

it was 'empty',

He said that for 10 years Beethoven
he had only sunk into the void,

The second part of the lesson
he demonstrated this thesis,

It started with mice,

Those do not move,
Goetz, we'll get old here!

Hurry!

Sixteen... stay calm!
Seventeen,,,

- Is the length so important?
- Yes, they must be 54 steps,

- We must not be wrong,
- Will a girl come right?

Trust,

It will come from the woods and it will stop
over there, Do you see the flag?

- Yup,
- He will look at the 54 steps in front of him,

For a moment they will seem to her
many, dangerous...

and impossible,
there we come into play,

The secret is that
to empty the world,

We have to empty the world
in front of that girl...

to build absolute emptiness,

Then you will have the courage
to do those steps...

and get up to here,
my dear teacher!

It is always the void
to generate the impossible steps...

those of which
we would never be able to,

- Everything is already empty here,
- He has no idea what the emptiness is,

Twenty-five exact!

Beethoven took ten years
to build the emptiness around,

First he fell into that void,
then he started to build it around...

like an insect that makes the den,

He was famous, rich
and requested by the whole world,

What empty is it about?

He does not understand a shit
of this story!

- Maybe you do not understand a shit,
- Impossible, - Chief, I'm leaving!

- They are waiting for me at the market,
- Come back before the evening,

He should go with him,
he can teach you many things,

So he also checks it,

Wait up! The teacher also comes,
Do you have a watch?

- I,,,
- Keep this up,

No, I think I have it,

54 steps! Yup!

- Where do we go?
- To buy birds, - Why?

We use them as signals, At the moment
good, let's get them up in the air,

- The world sees the signal
and he knows he has to stop, - Thing?

When a man dies,
the world stops for a moment...

made of an absolute void,
We do not even notice it, but it's like that,

- Do you have to die?
- Yes, I started...

Everything will be fine,

- That tree is fantastic!
- It's not a tree, it's a market,

- In fact, if you sell birds...
- Yes, it's practical,

Practical,

- Do you also have the fish market?
- No, no fish,

Vienna was full of music
of all kinds...

but almost suddenly the public
he stopped listening to Beethoven,

- He was always Beethoven,
- Everyone knew him,

But something in that music
he was suddenly aged,

People loved virtuosos,
Czerny, Thalberg,

They could do anything
on the keyboard and then Paganini!

He arrived in Vienna and made eight concerts,
theater always sold out,

His music was not exceptional,
but it sounded fantastic,

Many believed the devil,

He was a clown,
exactly what they wanted,

Then there were those
that made them dance,

People came from years of war,
he just wanted to be left alone,

He wanted to dance and those
they made them dance by God!

People like Joseph Lanner
and then the Strauss,

They were good!

Do you know how the birds are silenced?

It works! Do not ask me why,

You could dance too
on the Seventh Symphony...

but you had to be an angel,

It's annoying to say,
but in Vienna there were no more angels,

However the real shock was Rossini,
he and the Italians in general,

After the arrival of his music,
in Vienna, nothing else was heard,

Everything was inside,
Virtuosity, rhythm, melody...

and above all lightness,
what lightness!

It was the south of the soul
and everyone was waiting for him secretly...

from an eternity,

- Rossini ties,
- Rossini Tournedos, - Stockings,

- Cigars,
- Toupet, - Ring,

When they give your name
to your way to shit, you broke!

It must be remembered that it did not exist
the Beethoven wurstel,

It's strange to understand,
but if you named Beethoven in Vienna...

those snorted,

He, Mozart, Haydn had become
of the trombones, A bad blow!

If you consider yourself a genius,
you do not think you're eliminated...

from a clown with a violin,

For Beethoven
Rossini was a pub musician,

One day Rossini went to Vienna
to find Beethoven,

Beethoven told him:"Bravo!
Keep writing Barbieri ",

"Those can do them well,"

Virtually
kicked him in the ass,

But the truth
is that Rossini was alive...

and Beethoven was dying,

I mean in people's imagination,
Beethoven had begun to die,

They mess up, are not they?

- If you want, let's stop them,
- No thanks,

Can not sleep?

There was a kind of... monster,
a species,,,

It's the kitchen, too rich in fats,

I too suffered, but then...

You are all crazy,

You are all crazy!
This country is infested with monsters...

that chase me and you listen
ice, collect birds...

as if the only important thing
were those damn 54 steps!

You, your mice...

and this absurd story that
Beethoven was a finished musician,

But who told you this?

I want to remind you
what he wrote at that time...

to refresh your memory,

Sonatas, Opera 90, 96, 110
and Sonata 111!

Did I write 111?

Did you write it?
No, he wrote it,

And the Missa Solemnis?
It contains two centuries of sacred music,

Do not you make comments?
Had you copied it from Rossini?

I want to ruin,

We want to talk
of the last quartets?

Do you know what I mean?

Quartets!
Does this word tell you anything?

Have you swallowed your tongue?

At least you can tell me
who is that zombie...

who wanders the corridor?

"So I'm about to say goodbye forever
and with so much sadness, "

"The hope of healing, sooner or later,
He definitely abandoned me, "

"Even great courage,
that often inspired me... "

"during the beautiful days
in the summer, it is now gone, "

"Oh, Providence, let me live
at least one day of true joy, "

"It's been so long now
since a true joy... "

"echoed in my heart,"

"When, God, I can hear it again,
in the temple of nature... "

"and men?"

"Never?"

"Oh, no!
This would be too cruel, "

What the hell is that?

Then the professor waved
that sheet and said...

"The testament of Heiligenstadt",
- And she started crying,

- It's not true,
- Yup!

Beethoven wrote it
the day he wanted to kill himself,

It's understandable, he was in the country,

Maybe he liked to think
that he would have killed himself,

However he wrote the truth,
that is, he was not bad...

as people thought
who detested him, he was only deaf,

- Wow! - As if they told you
that Michelangelo was blind,

But it is true, after 1814 he did not hear
plus none of the notes he wrote,

People had to write
on a notebook what he meant...

and then he read, hell!

Then the professor said...

"You could imagine
a worse loneliness? "

When he composed at the piano,
at his house,,,

around he had friends
who took care of him,

While he was composing with his right hand,
with the left hand...

With his left hand he was beating,
in this way,

Fortissimo,

He didn't want others to hear,
that they stole his music,

- Then the professor got up ,,,
- Stand up!

He said very slowly ,,,

"It was like a perfect and fearless one
sailboat in a bottle ",

Someone had thrown
the bottle at sea ,,,

and now he was sinking into emptiness,
closed in the glass of his silence,

That was his way of sailing,

That was his way of sailing!

Did you catch us all?

It is likely that without deafness
nothing would have happened,

Without silence
nothing can ever happen,

We are lucky,
snow produces silence,

Only one thing can fool us ,,,

the wind,

The noise of the wind,
Give it to me,

All we have to do
it's keeping this little flame steady,

He knows what the only thing is
who can take the wind out of here?

A sailing ship, Mr. Peters,

Imbault built it,
He's a genius in that kind of thing,

- A ship!
- It seems, but there's nothing underneath,

It would have been enough of the poles and the
sails, but Imbault did it this way,

He liked the idea of ​​a ship
Frozen,

In the past it crossed in the Baltic
and fished fish sticks,

- Thing?
- Leave it alone, Do you know what time it is?

I can't stand mice,

- Imbault, are we ready?
- Yup!

- We're about to set sail,
- What are fish sticks?

Imbault! Raise the sails!

One day a singer
he went to see him at his house,

Beethoven asked her to sing
a piece of "Fidelio", his work,

But she was very young
and so excited ,,,

to be in his presence ,,,

which he didn't take out
not even a note,

She opened her mouth
and nothing came out,

Then Beethoven said to her:
"Nanette ,,,"

"You just have to sing,
without being afraid, "

"I don't feel anything, I wanted to
just seeing you sing, "

However it never was
a particularly windy area,

I would have gone to bed
very willingly,

Really! I also tried,

But the professor said it was
better not that he was old ,,,

- He had a nice way of saying it,
- Tell him about the brothel,

- No! - Everybody knows,
- Exactly,

You were always his favorite,

- Sometimes the professor
she went to hell, - not so,

- He went to hell, right?
- Yes but,,,

- Who accompanied him? You!
- Because I had the car,

He said he was sad
go to a brothel by bus,

- So he asked me to accompany him,
- You did it! - Yup,

Once he asked me if he gave me
bother, if it sucked me,

I said no,
that depended ,, I don't know,

I once told him
to come to my house,

He replied:
"Miss, I'm 36 years older than you",

"Before I can forget them
everyone, she will be dressed again, "

Good evening,

Ladies and gentlemen,,,

17 hours remain,
14 minutes and 32 seconds,

It is not much, but it will be enough,
Simrock,

The ice says he is tired,
but will resist,

- Broderip, - 128 birds
will fly at the right time,

- Boehme,
- It is cold here,

- Maybe it's the humidity,
- Imbault, - Ready to sail,

- Goetz,
- I was wondering if my son ,,,

There are 54 exact steps,
snow will do its duty,

- It will be something never seen before,
- Well,

We have to help her
to get here,

Be careful with the fires,
If he does not see the signs, he will be lost,

Schott, Thomson,

We think 80 explosions are enough,

There will be whirlwinds,
grenades and pinwheels

We will shoot them every 3 minutes,
You will certainly see them,

I believe you,

Mr. Peters ,,,

Is everything all right with the music?

Well,,,

Maybe I should go over it again
the whole thing,

Then I'll summarize it,

He was a completely deaf man,
abandoned by his audience ,,,

and surrounded by hypocritical friends,

He slid into the void
of a terrible solitude, for years,

But he knew he was the greatest
living musician ,,,

so, for years, he prepared,

and finally he wrote something
that would have silenced them all,

The others wavered
and he wrote the Ninth,

His friends organized
a concert in Vienna ,,,

that had to be
his solemn revenge,

On the evening of 7 May 1824,
Beethoven left home ,,,

accompanied
from his faithful secretary, Schindler,

He was elegant,
he was wearing the only tailcoat he had,

But unfortunately green!

At the last moment he was almost afraid,

But Schindler told him that the theater
was shrouded in penumbra ,,,

and nobody would have noticed
the color of his tailcoat,

So he went to the theater where he would be
challenged everything around him,

Imagine with what state of mind
entered that room?

- He tells it like a duel,
- It is,

- A duel between whom?
- Between Beethoven and the world,

Who won?

Appointment tonight,

Tonight, ladies and gentlemen,

I've heard three times
that lesson ,,,

but I only understand it
when I went into bowling,

- Those strange characters ,,,
- You have to explain about bowling,

- You know!
- I do not know,

For some years the professor
had gone to live in a bowling alley,

- It was an abandoned place,
- There lived homeless people,

- It wasn't for the money,
- No, he had the money,

But he said he was fine
among those people,

It was an isolated bowling alley on the outskirts.
closed for so many years,

One day, immediately after
have taken the degree ,,,

I went to see him
to see where he lived ,,,

the abandoned bowling!

I will always remember that day,
because everything fell into place,

That day I was able to understand
what he meant in that lesson,

It was a privilege for me,

Hey! Be quiet!

The first thing they heard
he was pure Beethoven,

You couldn't be wrong,
as a trademark,

It was bizarre, it came back after so many years
and did the same number ,,,

that made him famous,

Then people began to understand
that there was something new,

They were the usual graffiti,
but they moved ,,,

in a strange way,

The music took a step
and then he was lost,

It practically sank
in itself, inside itself,

Do you understand? Rampant!

A strange journey,
from the light, down there, in the darkness,

People began to wonder ,,,

because he should have followed him
in the darkness,

It was a music written by God,
that's for sure,

Technically,
it was something wonderful,

But it wasn't the kind of music
that he could conquer them,

He also thought so and didn't put it
the Adagio after the Allegro ,,,

but decided to entertain them
and put the Scherzo,

Indeed they had fun,
applauded on open stage ,,,

but it is important to see
at what point they did it,

That gable stuff
made them mad,

SOUND OF TIMPANI

They jumped up and applauded
until you peel your hands,

It was like having cooked
a lacquered duck ,,,

and see that everyone goes crazy
for the boundary boiled potatoes,

When the Scherzo ended,
the longest written by Beethoven ,,,

at one point there was a little phrase
idiot repeated 19 times,

God knows why 19 times!

However when the Scherzo ended,
more than half an hour had passed ,,,

and they weren't even halfway
of the symphony,

Then the Adagio began,

The curtain was opened,

A long beautiful sentence

Maybe that was heaven,
as he imagined it,

Despite the cumbersome echoes
of wind instruments ,,,

that too seemed
beautiful aged music,

He moved, but with difficulty ,,,

as if he failed
to come out of itself,

A prison 15 minutes long,

Beethoven then
had cut 45 minutes of music ,,,

without having shown anything,

It was old-fashioned music for ten years,

Surely it was written better ,,,

but if people have learned
to go by train ,,,

you can't make it come up
on the carriage,

He fired the last shot
before losing the duel,

It's crazy how it started
the last movement,

He attacked three pieces of the movements
precedents at that point ,,,

even if they had already heard them,

Between one piece and another
put the double basses to speak,

Just talking!

They played, but it was like talking,

Beside the notes, he wrote
what the double basses said,

First they listened to the little piece
and then they said ,,,

"Enough of this
shitty music! "

Really! You could hear the little piece
of the initial Allegro ,,,

and then they said:
"This no!"

"I want something more pleasant,"
Textual, by his own hand,

- And immediately after the Scherzo?
- "This can't go either,"

"Only joke,
need something nicer, "

- Is not it fantastic?
- At the end,,,

after spitting
on what he had written before ,,,

threw down 15 notes on the paper,

Nonsense,

What do the double basses say?

"Here, the music for this day
solemn was found, "

- They say,
- Correct answer,

Beethoven had for thirty years
in the head that melody, you think!

I'll show it to him,
look at my hand,

You see?

It doesn't even move,

Baby stuff
all in one hand,

With that melody
wanted to win the duel,

He brought out the silence
those notes ,,,

like a fan that opens,
like the rising of dawn,

Marta!

Then he let his voice in,

Men instead of tools
and words instead of notes,

He could not do more
to surprise them,

There was no artistic idea behind it,

He had to win a duel
and took out the atomic bomb,

Of course that trick
he had to make him sick,

In fact he didn't take advantage of it
never really,

He just couldn't
to be a whore,

He started everything
with that baritone ,,,

Joy!

Joy, beautiful divine spark ,,,

daughter of the Elisei ,,,

we enter intoxicated and quivering ,,,

heavenly in your temple,

An employee of the German Post Office
singing while going to work!

Maybe it was
also of incapacity,

There were passages
that sincerely ,,,

He cut the voices with an ax
and I say this with great respect,

Kisses gave us and grapes
a friend tried to death,

The pleasure was granted to the worm
and the cherub stands before God,

If Rossini had heard something
like that, he would get sick,

He could also have choked them!

As for the words ,,, well!

- It was a secular prayer,
- Really?

"Do you feel the Creator, world?
Look for him above the expanse of stars, "

"Above the stars you will find it,"

God always works as an effect,

Beethoven was with water in his throat,
could not renounce God,

But he really believed it,

Men on earth, brothers
in joy and God over the stars,

- It was the world he believed in,
- That's not the point,

- Remember the will
from Heiligenstadt? - Yup,

A man kills himself because he understands ,,,

who can no longer experience joy,

He is deaf, no friends,
no women, no joy,

- He follows me?
- Yup,

Thirteen years later, in the day
most important of his life ,,,

that man chooses to set to music
a poem about joy,

"Joy, we enter
in your sanctuary! "

- He had joined the club!
- What's this got to do with ,,,

Got to do it, believe me,

It was like a dream,

It was not a prayer, it was a dream,

That man had never been happy,

He dreamed of being so for God's sake,
by fate,

He spoke of humanity,
not of himself,

It makes no difference, the great artists
they exchange themselves for the world,

- I don't understand shit anymore
- It's not true,

She understood,

It was not a prayer, it was a dream,

He dreamed of joy,

He dreamed of being one like the others,

He dreamed that men
they were brothers and not enemies,

He dreamed he came into the world
to be happy,

He had this dream in front of everyone,
the night he challenged them all,

He was a musician,

He did it in music,

Joy, beautiful divine spark,
daughter of the Elisei ,,,

we enter intoxicated and quivering,
heavenly in your temple,

Your magic rejoins that
that fashion has rigidly divided,

All men become brothers,
where your sweet wing quivers,

Your magic rejoins that
that fashion has rigidly divided,

All men become brothers,
where your sweet wing quivers,

But who won?

That evening, in that theater,
who won?

If you ask around,
will find only one answer,

It was a triumph, Everyone waved
white handkerchiefs!

Actually that was the version
of Beethoven's friends ,,,

and everyone liked to believe it,

But I guess you want the truth,

Here she is,

Joseph Carl Rosenbaum,

He was a traveler,
he was cultured, wealthy,

That day he was in Vienna
and went to the concert,

Back home, he opened his diary
and wrote what he had seen,

"Friday 7,
Beethoven Concert, "

"Nice, but boring,"

"Poor public presence,
empty boxes ,,, "

"no representative
of the court ,,, "

"little effect
on important people, "

"Beethoven's supporters
They cackled ,,, "

"but most of the public
remained silent, "

"Many have not waited for the end,"

Voilà,

You will wonder why we should
believe Rosenbaum, then ,,,

The concert ended,
Beethoven runs to his secretary,

He wants to know how it went,
it's about money!

He wanted to know how much they had
earned at the box office,

They told him that at the cash desk
there were 120 florins,

It was a misery,
Beethoven fell unconscious,

They left him lying on the sofa
because it was not found,

I congratulate you,
he learned to walk,

- Control the shit of the aliens,
- You are awake,

A few more days with us
and she pissed on the Ninth,

Two days later
a replica was scheduled,

First they thought they wouldn't do it,
then the manager changed his mind ,,,

but he took off some of Missa Solemnis
and do you know what replaced it?

With an air of Rossini, I swear!

Do you know which is the saddest thing?

He asked Beethoven's permission ,,,

and he gave it to her,

However it went wrong,
the theater was half empty,

Beethoven's friends said
that it was Sunday, it was sunny ,,,

and the people had gone to the country,

Three days after Beethoven
invited the people to the restaurant ,,,

that had helped him
to organize the concert,

For the guests
he ordered all good things, ,,,

then, suddenly,
began to scream ,,,

to accuse them of robbing him,
to have lied to him on the accounts,

He didn't want to resign himself to the idea
that really had been a fiasco,

One by one,
his friends got up ,,,

and they went away, they were offended,

Imagine the scene,

Beethoven sitting there, alone ,,,

to eat,

The table full of food and wine,
he alone ,,,

sitting there with no one,
to eat,

Now you decide
who won and who lost that evening

Listen,

He was a genius and the public no,
that's why they didn't understand him

That is the usual fable
and I don't want to hear it,

Ten years before the public
he understood it well and he was a star,

Suddenly
had they become stupid? No!

The fact is that they
they were a world on the way ,,,

while Beethoven
he had sunk into himself,

They didn't understand that symphony not
why he was ahead of the times ,,,

but because he was too far behind,
it was old music,

At university this
they wouldn't let him through,

But it is so,
they got up and left,

You won't understand anything about the Ninth
if you don't consider that he was old,

Deaf, alone, desperate,
but above all it was old ,,,

and that was the music
of an old man,

It was old-fashioned music ,,,

but later it became
a model for so many great,

In the Ninth it moves me
the fact that there is little beauty,

This is a typical thing for old people,

You never wanted to understand
this thing,

Old is complicated
having to do with beauty,

Sometimes you can steal it,
like a miracle ,,,

but the rule
is that you have lost it forever,

You can remember when
you were so strong or light ,,,

to reach out and take it,
but this is no longer the case

Never,

The real tragedy is that strength
ages in complexity ,,,

and lightness in madness,

The strength builds and in the end
there is no longer a crack, nothing,

Lightness always evaporates,
becomes a useless thing ,,,

like a flight without birds,

Beethoven, who was strength,
became incomprehensible,

Rossini, that was lightness,
went mad,

I, who am Professor Kilroy ,,,

I'm sitting here at a bowling alley ,,,

with my dinner,

Small summary of the lesson,

In the Ninth symphony
there is intelligence ,,,

genius, freedom,
but there is little beauty ,,,

because he couldn't do it anymore ,,,

He had to make his way
among all that complexity,

Old people's gestures ,,,

always so complicated, difficult,

Find yourself for a moment
a little beauty,

He succeeded a couple of times over
before dying, but not in the Ninth,

Later, ,,,

small music,

Nothing to see
with choirs or ,,,

Small music,

Sometimes I imagine it, in the desert
icy of his old age ,,,

suddenly find again
the light steps of beauty ,,,

to be able to tighten it
with a single, precise gesture,

A miracle,

We all deserve such a miracle,

They should give it to us
in the last moment ,,,

in exchange for dying,

In honor of this our patient ,,,

wonderful to die,

Do you take some?

That story, yes!

They found him stiff with cold,

He was a poor man,
a music teacher,

They found him with the violin
in hand, all frozen,

They couldn't pull it off
and buried him with the violin,

Think, people!

We finished?
I should go to lunch,

Who attended
to Lesson 21 ,,,

knows that at this point Kilroy
he got up and took his things,

Clear the blackboard
and went to the exit,

No one has ever seen him turn around,

Today he lives with three friends in one
small house on the outskirts of Paris,

Eat only at the restaurant,
he does not read the newspapers and is happy,

He studies the music of black Americans
convinced that in it ,,,

be hidden
all the music in the world,

LESSON TWENTY

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