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.'
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Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each read more
The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each other is by music.
I love making music, I love composing on my computer, just making crazy ethnic slack orchestral tracks, that's one of read more
I love making music, I love composing on my computer, just making crazy ethnic slack orchestral tracks, that's one of my fun things.
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.
My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.
My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent
Country music is three chords and the truth.
Country music is three chords and the truth.
Difficult as it is really to listen to someone in affliction, it is just as difficult for him to know read more
Difficult as it is really to listen to someone in affliction, it is just as difficult for him to know that compassion is listening to him. - Waiting for God.
Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have read more
Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have thought,
And that's the cause we hear it not.
