When I speak of the gifted listener, I am thinking of the nonmusician primarily, of the listener who intends to read more

When I speak of the gifted listener, I am thinking of the nonmusician primarily, of the listener who intends to retain his amateur status. It is the thought of just such a listener that excites the composer in me.

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

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

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.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

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.

The high note is not the only thing.

The high note is not the only thing.

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.

If music and sweet poetry agree.

If music and sweet poetry agree.

Music is love in search of a word.

Music is love in search of a word.