You May Feel Depressed, But It Can't

To Stop The Flow Of Music Would Be Like The Stopping Of Time Itself, Incredible And Inconceivable.

There Is Something About Music That Keeps Its Distance Even At The Moment That It Engulfs Us. It Is At The Same Time Outside And Away From Us And Inside And Part Of Us. In One Sense It Dwarfs Us, And In Another We Master It. We Are Led On And On, And Yet In Some Strange Way We Never Lose Control.

I Hope My Recordings Of My Own Works Won't Inhibit Other People's Performances. The Brutal Fact Is That One Doesn't Always Get The Exact Tempo One Wants, Although One Improves With Experience.

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."

Someone Once Asked Me... Whether I Waited For Inspiration. My Answer Was: "every Day!"