Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt read more

I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific.'

Through the music I hope to give it an arc that gives it a greater sense of a journey through read more

Through the music I hope to give it an arc that gives it a greater sense of a journey through the set rather than a bunch of songs.

There are two golden rules for an orchestra: start together and finish together. The public doesn't give a damn what read more

There are two golden rules for an orchestra: start together and finish together. The public doesn't give a damn what goes on in between.

A good listener tries to understand thoroughly what the other person is saying. In the end he may disagree sharply, read more

A good listener tries to understand thoroughly what the other person is saying. In the end he may disagree sharply, but before he disagrees, he wants to know exactly what it is he is disagreeing with. - Guide to Good Leadership.

Wagner's music is better than it sounds.

Wagner's music is better than it sounds.

I don't sing because I'm happy; I'm happy because I sing.

I don't sing because I'm happy; I'm happy because I sing.

Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.

Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That read more

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That filters through the forest, or the gush
That swells and sinks amid the branches high,--
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.