Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent

The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, 'Is there a meaning to music?' My answer would be, read more

The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, 'Is there a meaning to music?' My answer would be, 'Yes.' And 'Can you state in so many words what the meaning is?" My answer to that would be, 'No.'

Most of the songs I sing have that blues feeling in it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't read more

Most of the songs I sing have that blues feeling in it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't know what I'm sorry about. I don't.

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

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

If you want to be a rock star or just be famous, then run down the street naked, you\'ll make read more

If you want to be a rock star or just be famous, then run down the street naked, you\'ll make the news or something. But if you want music to be your livelihood, then play, play, play and play! And eventually you\'ll get to where you want to be.

Life without music would be a mistake.

Life without music would be a mistake.

I'm not saying I wasn't flawed or amateurish. But you can never say I did anything to appease the music read more

I'm not saying I wasn't flawed or amateurish. But you can never say I did anything to appease the music business.

As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of read more

As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of moon and stars
so can a poet's long rainbow
of words
play our heartstrings from afar.

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.