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There's a lot of music that sounds like it's literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an read more
There's a lot of music that sounds like it's literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an instrument.
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.
To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.
To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: read more
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony.
May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine.
May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine.
True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time. My people are Americans and my read more
True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time. My people are Americans and my time is today.
Music . . .can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
Music . . .can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill read more
But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill and far away,
Despising doleful dumps.
- Unattributed Author,
