If I listened to Beethoven’s Fifth every day, then the blinding, rushing, gasping, teary-eyed, spine-tingling joy would fade to merely a happy smile and the occasional shiver.
But the nice thing about playing Catharsis, or Julia Delaney, or some other interestingly-chorded song, is that I play it better as time goes on. Therefore, the spine-tingling rush becomes stronger and more pronounced.
And then, as my ears become more tuned to the wonderful variances of tone and harmony, well, then Beethoven’s Fifth is, ummmm, quite spectacular. My back prickles just thinking about it.
Some day, I want to attend a performance of Beethoven’s Fifth, live, performed by a good orchestra.