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We did it folks. Another year over and many of us are still here. Thank you to my kind audience for the words of encouragement, the words keeping me honest, and the words correcting my errors so that I may continue to learn about his world of ours.
I share with you now a snippet that always kicks me directly in the tear-buckets. The emotive power of this movement always manages to surprise me. This isn’t the whole movement, but edited brilliantly.
Best wishes to you all my friends in the New Year.
O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!
Sondern laßt uns angenehmere anstimmen,
und freudenvollere.
Oh friends, not these sounds!
Let us instead strike up more pleasing
and more joyful ones!
Freude!
Freude!
Joy!
Joy!
Freude, schöner Götterfunken
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
Joy, beautiful spark of divinity,
Daughter from Elysium,
We enter, burning with fervour,
heavenly being, your sanctuary!
Your magic brings together
what custom has sternly divided.
All men shall become brothers,
wherever your gentle wings hover.
Wem der große Wurf gelungen,
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein;
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,
Mische seinen Jubel ein!
Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele
Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund!
Und wer’s nie gekonnt, der stehle
Weinend sich aus diesem Bund!
Whoever has been lucky enough
to become a friend to a friend,
Whoever has found a beloved wife,
let him join our songs of praise!
Yes, and anyone who can call one soul
his own on this earth!
Any who cannot, let them slink away
from this gathering in tears!
Freude trinken alle Wesen
An den Brüsten der Natur;
Alle Guten, alle Bösen
Folgen ihrer Rosenspur.
Küsse gab sie uns und Reben,
Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod;
Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben,
Und der Cherub steht vor Gott.
Every creature drinks in joy
at nature’s breast;
Good and Evil alike
follow her trail of roses.
She gives us kisses and wine,
a true friend, even in death;
Even the worm was given desire,
and the cherub stands before God.
Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen
Durch des Himmels prächt’gen Plan,
Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,
Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.
Gladly, just as His suns hurtle
through the glorious universe,
So you, brothers, should run your course,
joyfully, like a conquering hero.
Seid umschlungen, Millionen!
Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt!
Brüder, über’m Sternenzelt
Muß ein lieber Vater wohnen.
Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen?
Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt?
Such’ ihn über’m Sternenzelt!
Über Sternen muß er wohnen.
Be embraced, you millions!
This kiss is for the whole world!
Brothers, above the canopy of stars
must dwell a loving father.
Do you bow down before Him, you millions?
Do you sense your Creator, O world?
Seek Him above the canopy of stars!
He must dwell beyond the stars.
Creating a sonic landscape on a highway using grooves and ridges that cause your tires to resonate at a certain pitch; who would have thought to do that?
Recognizable? Yes.
In tune? Sadly, no, but other than enforcing a strict “play speed” there is no way to get around this problem of modulation. We want to try this in Canada to apparently.
“MacDonald has taken his proposal to Whistler council, which has referred the plan to staff for consideration. He has also spoken with officials in B.C.’s highways ministry. MacDonald is also preparing his own feasibility study to convince lawmakers that a musical highway would make the Sea-to-Sky sing. MacDonald believes Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 (sometimes referred to as Ode to Joy) would be the ideal piece of music for the Sea-to-Sky Highway. He wants the musical stretch of highway to begin at the entrance to Whistler, near Function Junction. For those people who know Whistler, there’s the Symphony Bowl, the Flute Ridge, the High Note Trail,” says MacDonald.
“I’m going to call it the r’Ode to Joy.”
I’m guessing it would be an ‘attraction’ of sorts, but the awesomeness of hearing an out of tune Ode to Joy played by your car tires escapes me for the most part. Also consider the local residents…
It doesn’t matter who you are. You gave your best, your worst and everything in between. Congratulate yourself for making it to here, prevailing or failing with your challenges. It doesn’t matter who you are. You are a worthy person and deserve to celebrate this one time, this one milestone of a thousand milestones.
Celebrate with me. For jocundity, for exultation, for the sheer epic magnitude of emotion expressed in the music of Beethoven. Prepare happily for Cry, Rinse and Repeat. Feel what unbounded joy is like through his music. Know that we are insignificant specks in a vast universe and yet, despite this fact, we create such works of unfettered jubilance.
It doesn’t matter who you are – Happy New Year – Thank you everyone who contributes to this blog and takes the time to read and comment here at DWR, may this year be kind to you and those you love.
Best Wishes,
The Arbourist
bleatmop
Mystro
Dead Wild Roses 
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