New York - Day 10: The Appassionata

My second attempt at Eminemizing classical music. This freestyle goes out to Daniel Barenboim.

You mighta thought you was a classical musician,
But what you really on is a pointless mission,
You tried to compose, so you wrote a tarentella,
But that shit was so wack, you copy off Helen Keller,
I won't even get started on the way you play Brahms,
Cuz that would get me started, on baggin' on your mom,
You sit at the piano, and think you're the bomb,
But all you really are, is a fake ass Elton John,
They say you the shit, but I say nigga please,
You sound like you took lessons, from a broke ass Alicia Keys,
I got your free tickets, so I guess I gotta settle,
But what I really can't stand, is you drowning shit with pedal,
Yo I'm sick of this shit, man you wastin' mah time,
They'll finish you off in tomorrow's New York Times

On a serious note, I'm getting increasingly more disturbed by the hypocrisy of Barenboim's ideals; little by little it seems as though his charm functions as a metro-pass for a Beethovenian subway cycle, charging through at full speed which he seems to get away with for free every single time (given the audience's reception). The Appassionata was dominated by the flexibility of ultra-wavering tempos - like a child playing with a metronome and the most disturbing part was the fact that he didn't take the Third movement repeat. After all his lecturing about integrity and specifically the integration of melos, aethos, ethos, and pathos, he consciously ignores his own ideals, knowing that his dramatic flair and boy-charm will probably save him at the end. I actually don't take the repeat either, but I don't lecture about the ethical standard of taking repeats in Beethoven. Don't front, homes.