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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.'
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.
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.
No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.
No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.
Without music, life is a journey through a desert.
Without music, life is a journey through a desert.
Music . . .can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
Music . . .can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have read more
Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have thought,
And that's the cause we hear it not.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
