Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.

Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

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.

For discords make the sweetest airs.

For discords make the sweetest airs.

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.

Most rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read.

Most rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read.

Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all read more

Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.

"Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast,"
And therefore proper at a sheriff's feast.

"Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast,"
And therefore proper at a sheriff's feast.