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It's a marvelous feeling when someone says "I want to do this song of yours" because they've connected to it. read more
It's a marvelous feeling when someone says "I want to do this song of yours" because they've connected to it. That's what I'm after.
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.
Music is love in search of a word.
Music is love in search of a word.
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.
Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
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Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man.
The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain--
For the reed that grows never more again
As a reed with the reeds of the river.
Why waste money on psychotherapy when you can listen to the B Minor Mass?
Why waste money on psychotherapy when you can listen to the B Minor Mass?
The high note is not the only thing.
The high note is not the only thing.
Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence. •Robert Fripp There is nothing more notable read more
Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence. •Robert Fripp There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
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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.
