A Song Has A Few Rights The

If A Composer Has A Nice Wife And Some Nice Children, How Can He Let The Children Starve On His Dissonances?

All Melodious Poets Shall Be Hoarse As Street Ballads, When Once The Penetrating Keynote Of Nature And Spirit Is Sounded-the Earth-beat, Sea-beat, Heart-beat, Which Make The Tune To Which The Sun Rolls, And The Globule Of Blood And The Sap Of The Trees.

In Some Century To Come, When The School Children Will Whistle Popular Tunes In Quarter-tones--when The Diatonic Scale Will Be As Obsolete As The Pentatonic Is Now--perhaps Then These Borderland Experiences May Be Both Easily Expressed And Readily Recognized. But Maybe Music Was Not Intended To Satisfy The Curious Definiteness Of Man. Maybe It Is Better To Hope That Music May Always Be Transcendental Language In The Most Extravagant Sense

You Cannot Set Art Off In A Corner And Hope For It To Have Vitality, Reality, And Substance.

Beauty In Music Is Too Often Confused With Something That Lets The Ears Lie Back In An Easy Chair. Many Sounds That We Are Used To Do Not Bother Us, And For That Reason We Are Inclined To Call Them Beautiful. Frequently, When A New Or Unfamiliar Work Is Accepted As Beautiful On Its First Hearing, Its Fundamental Quality Is One That Tends To Put The Mind To Sleep.