That’s right, we’re holding it down for Schroeder. Today is Beethoven‘s birthday. If only he had the advantage of modern medicine, he would’ve been 241 today. You know it.
I posted both to Twitter and Facebook last night about the impending date to give people time to prepare. I got some excellent and highly amusing responses as to the proper celebration — including decomposition and drinking a Fifth — but my favorite came from my friend Daniel: “Oh yeah, I’m getting him a sweet pair of noise cancelling headpho… Oh.” I very much enjoyed that.
If, after you run out and buy a cake and queue up all the Beethoven in your iTunes playlist, you are still at a loss for means of marking this momentous occasion, you might consider browsing the Beethoven archives. You may also tell everyone you know this joke:
Q. Why did Beethoven get rid of his chickens?
A. Because all they ever said was “BACH, BACH, BACH, BACH…”
You could also find a friend to help you recreate Beethoven’s last knock knock joke with pupil Louis Spohr:
Spohr: Knock knock.
Spohr: Knock knock!
Spohr: KNOCK KNOCK!
It’s as long as you make it. Happy birthday, Ludwig!