Originally Posted by Bunnyears
*The first time I listened to the MTT 9th I was reminded of something I had read somewhere: After Mahler came home from the premiere performance of the M2, he took all of the bouquets of flowers he had received and arranged them around his bed imagining himself on a hero's funeral bier. MTT's 9th was like that for me -- someone imagining themselves on their deathbed while still in full health.
A few years back, as I was sitting with my wife-to-be absorbing the beauty that was the final movement of the M10 played by the Cleveland Orchestra under Mark Wigglesworth, the main thought that was with me was of a man struggling to get onto paper this wonderful music that was singing in his mind before the grim reaper came to take him.. this was the sound of a soul that got down all it could, enough of the story, so to speak, so that the world could at least hear these fantastic colors. At the end, a quiet resignation, yes, I got it down, maybe not exactly how I wanted it, but enough that someone could pick up the pieces.. the final notes, a quiet smile, let death come, I've said all that I've needed to say.
Though there was also a sadness, that these were in fact, the final notes ever to come from Mahler's pen.. such a bittersweet moment, the most beautiful music I had ever heard, but also the final notes from one of the most amazing minds in music history.