With the opening strains of Beethoven’s Pastoral symphony, I close my eyes and imagine the burgeoning life of the Wienerwald (Vienna Woods), the pulsing biodiversity of the lungs of our city illustrated in music. Chipper strings portray a sunny countryside while the woodwinds join in shortly after, mimicking the twittering of birds. The composer went for long walks through these woods during his years […]
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