Mozart was crazy. Flat fucking crazy. Bat shit, I hear. But his music’s not crazy; it’s balanced, it’s nimble, it’s crystalline clear. There’s harmony, logic- you listen to these. You don’t hear his doubts, or his debts or disease. You scan through the score, and put fingers on keys, and you play….
I forgot to post for your birthday again. 😂😂 I didn’t call you Seaweed Brain ‘cause Annabeth’s the only person allowed to call you that. It’s your thing. I’m fangirling (Is that even a word?) again. Anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD!!