To me, it is quite impossible to describe not only Mahler, the man, but also Mahler the music. I've read considerable biographical information, but this still only partially unmasks what Mahler's music does. Perhaps the most fitting definition is that in the sound of Mahler, Western Theory had it first composer actually being able to incorporate 'pain' in his music beyond a mere characterization or description. The actual sound of lamentation and suffering is paramount in even jovial moments of his music. With Mahler we come across a composer unable to compose conventionally, unable to stray from personalizations which go far beyond being stylized. It sometimes hurts to listen to his music, but it is a healthy hurt. Not everything is beautiful in a 'pretty' way.
I found this to be so true I had to register so I could respond.
I became a Mahler devotee when I heard his first symphony (Walter, conductor) for the first time. I was about twenty (this was twenty or so years ago), but the music brought me to tears on the very first go - something which hardly ever happens to me. I was an instant fan and over the years I listened to his music and bought recordings when I was able, both on LP and CD. I had one recording of the first on cassette which was so horrible I threw it away in disgust, and a box-set of all nine symphonies on LP which was also horrible; but since I am not an audiophile nor a music expert by any means I was able to make due with what I could get my hands on. My favorite symphonies are the eighth and ninth.
What does any of this have to do with the post I quoted? Well, my re-discovery of the ninth happened to coincide with a painful separation from my wife of ten years and my dealing with the fact that my two sons are no longer living under my roof. Added to this was a career crisis which lasted over a year and had me to the point of suicidal thoughts. Things are better now but not great, and now that I've hit middle age I recognize myself as a mere mortal more than ever, and a mortal whose youthful dreams didn't exactly pan out.
It had been a few years since I'd listened to the ninth symphony but when I decided to listen to it again it absolutely floored me. It was one of the most "spiritual" experiences I've ever had. The version I listened to was Murai's, with the PSO (which is offered in its entirety as a legal mp3 download on their website and is mentioned on another thread here). I was almost literally in tears during the entire first movement (bear in mind that I'm not so much praising the Murai version as simply attesting to the power of the music itself. I've only heard a handful of recordings of the ninth symphony and I'd be delighted to get some suggestions on the very best recordings available). What I feel the most are strong sensations of grief, resignation (but not complacency or apathy!), and acceptance; moments of fierce anger, and moments of sheer, ecstatic joy.
I've had strong emotional responses to the music of various other composers, particularly Beethoven, Brahms, R. Strauss, Shostakovitch, and Schubert (opening of his ninth is also gorgeous and almost painful to hear), but nothing comes close to Mahler. Not
any where near it. There are certain moments when I am listening to Mahler (and I'm hearing the ninth's first movement in my head as I type this) when I am transfixed, absolutely still, wanting nothing whatsoever but to continue the experience of listening to something so beautiful and yet at the same time deeply humbling and even terrifying, because of the nagging thought that such experiences, all experiences, must come to an end. It
is painful to hear such music, even when the emotions being conveyed by the music are emotions of ecstasy and joy.
There is a part in that first movement of the ninth where the opening theme comes striding back but with most of its doubtful, fearful melancholy stripped away and renewed with strength and resolve and triumph and acceptance - it's the most exquisite and rewarding gift I have ever received at the hands of a musician, composer, or any artist period. I wish I could speak in technical terms here but my knowledge of music is limited. All I know is, I plan on going back to the version of the ninth I am most familiar with (Bernstein), to see why I wasn't absolutely bowled over by this particular moment before. I have always loved the ninth but I don't recall being quite so moved, so disturbed, so devastated, and yet so refreshed and rewarded, by it before.
What the above poster wrote really resonated with me and my listening experiences lately, particularly this:
It sometimes hurts to listen to his music, but it is a healthy hurt. Not everything is beautiful in a 'pretty' way. That's a beautiful (and accurate) commentary on the power of Mahler's music. I recall reading somewhere that Mahler believed the symphony should (and I'm paraphrasing, probably badly) "be everything", and "encompass the whole world". In this he succeeded; and in relation to the original post, not everything in the world is pretty, and sometimes it hurts. It hurts a lot.
Sorry for babbling. I'm completely and utterly in love with Mahler's music and I'm glad I found this board.