College: Two Hundred People Reading The Same

For Myself And My Own Experience Now, I Don't Really Need Any Music. I Have Enough To Listen To With Just The Sounds Of The Environment. I Listen To The Sounds Of 6th Avenue.

The World Is No Longer A Romantic Place; Some Of Its People Still Are However, And Therein Lies The Promise. Don't Let The World Win.

My Favourite Music Is The Music I Haven't Yet Heard. I Don't Hear The Music I Write: I Write In Order To Hear The Music I Haven't Yet Heard.

All Great Art Is A Form Of Complaint

So Somebody Has Talent? So What? Dime A Dozen. And We're Overpopulated. Actually We Have More Food Than We Have People And More Art. We've Gotten To The Point Of Burning Food. When Will We Begin To Burn Our Art?