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I don't know anything about music. In my line you don't have to.
I don't know anything about music. In my line you don't have to.
Music is what feelings sound like.
Music is what feelings sound like.
The key to the mystery of a great artist is that for reasons unknown, he will give away his energies read more
The key to the mystery of a great artist is that for reasons unknown, he will give away his energies and his life just to make sure that one note follows another . . . and leaves us with the feeling that something is right in the world.
From the persistence of noise comes the insistence of rage. From the emergence of tone comes the divergence of thought. read more
From the persistence of noise comes the insistence of rage. From the emergence of tone comes the divergence of thought. From the enlightenment of music comes the wisdom of... silence.
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.
Giving jazz the Congressional seal of approval is a little like making Huck Finn an honorary Boy Scout.
Giving jazz the Congressional seal of approval is a little like making Huck Finn an honorary Boy Scout.
Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.
Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.
