Lobkowitz may have stopped his annuity, but Beethoven still glowers down as sourly as ever from his perch in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park.
I suppose the joke here is that they hired some second-string deity to play the lyre. The only tune she knows from start to finish is “Muskrat Love” … but Ludwig Van is too deaf to hear her, so it’s all good.
It is probably criminal that a man my age knows almost none of Beethoven’s music.
That ain’t gonna be remedied at 11:30 on a school night, though.