Once upon a time, there was a guy named Beethoven. He was a real guy. He wrote Symphony No. 5. He said that his music was going to change the world. The only thing he kept clean was his teeth - fiercely scrubbing with a towel.
He got deaf when he was 28 years old. He laughed at people when they cried because the music was so beautiful.
He poured cold water on his head to keep him awake through nights. He sleeped in the day - sometimes.
His writing was so sloppy, you couldn't hardly read his words.
Beethoven, when he was a little boy, had to get up in the middle of the night to do piano lessons for his drunk daddy and his drunk friends. His daddy got drunk.
Beethoven was the most ugliest, uncleanest writer.
I thought his music was great. It was great. At first I thought it was opera; I didn't know it was classical music.
I don't have anything else to say.
The End
September 15, 1993