It is an honor to play Beethoven 9 again. Each time something new, a new awareness of something that appears as if by magic, there all along and just waiting for my ears and soul to meet it. Different conductors, different musicians, different stages in life. And Beethoven never heard it.
How many years of devotion does it take? Beethoven lived in sound, and lost it. And yet still had it inside of him. So strong a force. Where does it come from? From what fountain, what need to share with the world, against all odds?
It is inspiring to be with him again.