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.

The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.

The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.

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.

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.

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.

Modern recording has made it so that people can spend forever taking shortcuts and making everything uniform, but that strips read more

Modern recording has made it so that people can spend forever taking shortcuts and making everything uniform, but that strips music of what makes it exciting.

Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.

Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.

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.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long read more

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.