Aaaughh . . . just realized. (hanging head in shame)
I was so pooped that I missed Frank Sinatra’s birthday back on the 12th . . . I’m by Jingo not gonna miss Beethoven’s!
This is also Phil Dick’s birthday.
I salute them both. Thanks for all the fish–I mean, art!
Today doctors could recognize and treat Beethoven’s lead poisoning. Maybe they could also find out what was amiss with Phil (re the possible temporal lobe epilepsy and of course the strokes that killed him later on). But would people appreciate it if the geniuses walked among them again today? No. They’d continue buying those puerile teen vampire novels and rap MP3s. It’s the way of the world. A genius is never appreciated in his own country or in his own time–at least, seldom appreciated. (Just look at ME, for example!! **rimshot** Though I _did_ get a phone call today from a neighbor who wanted me to come wrap all her presents. I told her that I have way too much to take care of just here at Casa el Dumpo, but that was flattering. She was given permission to go to the dollar store and get gift bags–it’s the thought that counts. But be sure to drink your Ovaltine–I mean, buy Scotch Brand/3M tape and other products!!)
So this evening, in honor of our geniuses, those of us who are not entirely conformed to this world can enjoy a grand pounding-out of the Sonata in C#min (“Moonlight”). At least I can manage the first two movements somewhat–I can’t manage the third movement yet, especially not anywhere near at tempo. Maybe we should listen to a good recording instead. Probably Uchida’s, or even Cliburn’s. *grin* And then go re-read _Ubik_.