I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long read more

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

For discords make the sweetest airs.

For discords make the sweetest airs.

Sounds like the blues are composed of feeling, finesse, and fear.

Sounds like the blues are composed of feeling, finesse, and fear.

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the read more

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away."
- Unattributed Author,

The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, 'Is there a meaning to music?' My answer would be, read more

The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, 'Is there a meaning to music?' My answer would be, 'Yes.' And 'Can you state in so many words what the meaning is?" My answer to that would be, 'No.'

Never look at the trombones. You'll only encourage them.

Never look at the trombones. You'll only encourage them.

Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.

Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.

Today, music heralds... the establishment of a society of repetition in which nothing will happen anymore.

Today, music heralds... the establishment of a society of repetition in which nothing will happen anymore.

The high note is not the only thing.

The high note is not the only thing.