The Trombone Is Too Sacred For Frequent

First And Foremost An Artist Should Pay Homage To Grandness, Honour And Bow To It, And Not Try To Extinguish The Fierce Flames Of Such, In An Attempt To Have His Own Feeble Light Shine Brighter. When One Isn't Able To Acknowledge Greatness, I Would Really Want To Know How He Endeavours To Make Me Experience It.

Though Everything Else May Appear Shallow And Repulsive, Even The Smallest Task In Music Is So Absorbing, And Carries Us So Far Away From Town, Country, Earth, And All Worldly Things, That It Is Truly A Blessed Gift Of God.

Never Mind, Put Any Book On The Piano, And Someone Can Turn From Time To Time, So I Need Not Look As Though I Played By Heart.

No One Can Bar Me From Joyfully Proceeding On What The Great Masters Have Left Us; After All, To Rediscover Everything Again, Should Be Understood To Be Unfounded. But One Should However Proceed On Merit, And Not Simply Repeat Wat Was. All Genius, Sincere, Deserves His Place, Even Though Maybe Later In Life.

People Usually Complain That Music Is So Ambiguous, And What They Are Supposed To Think When They Hear It Is So Unclear, While Words Are Understood By Everyone. But For Me It Is Exactly The Opposite...what The Music I Love Expresses To Me Are Thoughts Not To Indefinite For Words, But Rather Too Definite.