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A good listener tries to understand thoroughly what the other person is saying. In the end he may disagree sharply, read more
A good listener tries to understand thoroughly what the other person is saying. In the end he may disagree sharply, but before he disagrees, he wants to know exactly what it is he is disagreeing with. - Guide to Good Leadership.
the blackberry bees
reorchestrate their chant.
the blackberry bees
reorchestrate their chant.
Musical people always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be perfectly read more
Musical people always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be perfectly deaf.
Giving jazz the Congressional seal of approval is a little like making Huck Finn an honorary Boy Scout.
Giving jazz the Congressional seal of approval is a little like making Huck Finn an honorary Boy Scout.
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.
I've outdone anyone you can name -- Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Strauss. Irving Berlin, he wrote 1,001 tunes. I wrote 5,500.
I've outdone anyone you can name -- Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Strauss. Irving Berlin, he wrote 1,001 tunes. I wrote 5,500.
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to read more
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.
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.
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.
