In An Utter Emptiness Anything Can Take

If There Are Questions Then, Of Course, There Are Answers, But The Final Answer Makes The Questions Seem Absurd.

Until I Die There Will Be Sounds. And They Will Continue Following My Death. One Need Not Fear About The Future Of Music.

Beware Of Losing What Isn't In Your Head.

Which Is More Musical, A Truck Passing By A Factory Or A Truck Passing By A Music School? Are The People Inside The School Musical And The Ones Outside Unmusical? What If The Ones Inside Can't Hear Very Well, Would That Change My Question?

Composing For The Prepared Piano Is Not A Criticism Of The Instrument. I'm Only Being Practical.