Today for work I had to search “Beethoven’s Tenth Symphony, first movement.” I can’t tell you why because the reason is presently top secret. Indeed, I fear if I so much as give a hint I will be flogged for inappropriate distribution of context. But I can tell you it made me feel really, really stupid, like the search function was laughing at me. “This girl,” it was chortling in an anthropomorphic manner, “clearly knows nothing about classical music.” And that hurts. To quote Turk, even, it hurts me deep. Especially about Beethoven, my would-be lover.
Wikipedia tells me this; to summarize, the hypothetical “Beethoven’s tenth” is an amalgamation of fragments of what Beethoven may have begun before his death combined with bits written by a guy named Cooper to patch up the holes. I dunno, Cooper. As the man himself said, “There are many princes, but there is only ONE Beethoven.”
All I’m saying is, this better have not been a joke. I bet Brahms is involved.