Through My Music Teaching And My Not

Labor Is The Fabled Magician's Wand, The Philosophers Stone, And The Cap Of Good Fortune.

We Have Come Over A Way That With Tears Has Been Watered, We Have Come, Treading Our Path Through The Blood Of The Slaughtered.

I Am A Thing Not New, I Am As Old As Human Nature. I Am That Which Lurks, Ready To Spring Whenever A Bar Is Loosed; The Ancient Trait Which Fights Incessantly Against Restraint, Balks At The Upward Climb; The Weight Forever Seeking To Obey The Law Of Downward Pull; And I Am More: The Bitter Fruit Am I Of Planted Seed; The Resultant, The Inevitable End Of Evil Forces And The Powers Of Wrong.

...evil Is A Force And, Like The Physical And Chemical Forces, We Cannot Annihilate It; We May Only Change Its Form. We Light Upon One Evil And Hit It With All The Might Of Our Civilization, But Only Succeed In Scattering It Into A Dozen Of Other Forms

It Is From The Blues That All That May Be Called American Music Derives It Most Distinctive Characteristics.