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Beethoven’s father was a drunk and his mama was dead.
His guts were twisted up. He was clinically depressed. And his mind was full of screaming from the dying cells inside his ears. Cash was low, the girls he loved couldn’t love him back, and the aristocratic bastards he hung around were a constant thorn in his side.
The music would swell and boom around his skull. The oceans of pianos crashed through him like shipwrecks. The deeper he went into the fury of his music, the louder the voices would scream. And eventually it drove him crazy.
But the torture kept him going. Sort of like living in Cleveland.
