Batman’s Symphony No. 3
I’ve started listening to Mahler again. I’ve forgotten how overly dramatic and moody his music is. And for some reason, it also makes me think of brooding superheroes in black spandex standing on rooftops in the rain.
Oh no, don’t get me wrong. I’m not making fun of Mahler or his music. A comparison between comic books and classical music is apt though. For anyone outside the fandoms, everything may appear overwrought and perhaps more than a little silly. However, comic book fans look past the pulp and the exaggerated drawings to examine the story beneath. A classical music enthusiast is the same way. Sure, there is the stuffy convention of wearing dress shoes and listening to the proverbial fat lady belting out Wagner’s Ring Cycle, but someone who looks a bit deeper will see the thoughts and the psychoses of the composer.
What’s so appealing about Mahler is that his music is so identifiable. He takes that innermost, darkest part of himself and reveals it for the world. Like an excellent thought-provoking novel, his symphonies give listeners the courage to look inside themselves and not be so afraid and ignorant of their “shadow” selves.
Of course, one doesn’t have to be so over-analytical about these things either. Even as a comic fan can enjoy the latest comic book only for its drawings, I usually just sit back and enjoy the mixture of orchestral sounds.