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74 Chapter 7<br />

Beethoven’s Life<br />

would have to be greatly expanded. Beethoven entered the world of music at a time<br />

when musical structures were very well developed and concertos and symphonies were<br />

mature forms that offered great opportunities for powerful personal expression. Beethoven<br />

embraced these forms, but through the sheer force of his imagination, infused them<br />

with expressive potential that had not previously been attempted or heard.<br />

Ludwig van Beethoven was born in Bonn, Germany on December 16, 1770. His father,<br />

Johann, was a choir singer and an alcoholic, and upon seeing young Ludwig’s talents<br />

for music sought to turn him into another Mozart prodigy for his own gain. Needless to<br />

say, Beethoven’s childhood was not particularly happy. Although he loved music, he was<br />

forced to practice endless hours each day. He was beaten when he made mistakes, and<br />

sometimes was forced to practice all night. His mother was tender, caring, and encouraging,<br />

but she too was dominated by Johann.<br />

Still, Beethoven did develop considerable expertise on the keyboard and attracted<br />

the attention of many leading musicians in Bonn. Even Haydn, who was on his way<br />

home from London, stopped to hear young Beethoven play. He was impressed enough<br />

to invite Ludwig to Vienna to study with him. Beethoven’s first visit to Vienna in 1790<br />

was cut short by the death of his mother. This was obviously a devastating blow to the<br />

young, sensitive musician, and left him in charge of the family household. Beethoven<br />

worked hard to care for his younger siblings and to keep his father, now a complete<br />

drunkard, out of trouble. In 1792, he left home for Vienna, this time for good.<br />

His studies in Vienna were only moderately successful. Haydn respected Beethoven’s<br />

gifts, but was impatient with the young composer’s unwillingness to stick to the traditional<br />

theoretical practices of the day. Soon, Beethoven went on to study with other<br />

great composers in Vienna, including Albrechtsberger and Salieri. They also had little<br />

success in containing Beethoven’s musical impulsiveness. This mattered little to Beethoven<br />

however. He was beginning to gain a reputation around town as a bright young star, as<br />

both pianist and composer, and before long, commissions started pouring in. Though<br />

his first concerts received poor reviews from critics who did not understand Beethoven’s<br />

idiosyncrasies, he forged ahead until he became perhaps the busiest composer in Vienna.<br />

Shortly before 1800, Beethoven realized that he was losing his hearing. This affliction<br />

was the worst possible nightmare for him, as it might well be for any musician. The<br />

deafness was very slow in developing; still, after about 1810, Beethoven stopped his<br />

piano performances for the public. He did everything he could to hide the severity of<br />

his hearing loss from other people. He became a good lip reader, and used an ear trumpet<br />

long after he had any hope of hearing anything. As he wrote in his letters, he could<br />

not imagine a more terrifying fate. In one of his letters to his brother, known as the<br />

Heiligenstadt Testament, Beethoven wrote,<br />

“O ye men, who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn, or misanthropic,<br />

how greatly do you wrong me? I must live like an exile; if I approach near to<br />

people a hot terror seizes me, a fear that I might be subjected to the danger of<br />

letting my condition be observed. . . . what a humiliation when one stood<br />

beside me and heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing or someone<br />

heard the shepherd’s song and again I heard nothing—such incidents have<br />

brought me to the verge of despair; but little more and I would have put an<br />

end to my life. Only art it was that withheld me, it seemed impossible to leave<br />

the world until I had produced all that I felt called upon to produce . . . O<br />

Providence, grant me at last but one day of pure joy—it has been so long since<br />

real joy echoed in my heart . . . .”

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