There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and read more

There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and the instrument plays itself.

Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.

Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.

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.

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.

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.

When words leave off, music begins.

When words leave off, music begins.

Each song, you're telling a story and acting.

Each song, you're telling a story and acting.

Music is well said to be the speech of angels.

Music is well said to be the speech of angels.

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.'