My Students Frequently Ask What Their Next

Anybody Can Put Things Together That Belong Together. To Put Things Together That Don't Go Together, And Make It Work, That Takes Genius Like Mozart's. Yet He Is Presented In The Play Amadeus As A Kind Of Silly Boy Whom The Gods Loved.

If One Uses Music That One Does Not Really Love, Then One Will Not Succeed In Making It One's Own.

Boulez's Only Concern Is With Power. He Lost The Leadership Of The Avant-guard More Than Ten Years Ago To Stockhausen. Now Others Have Moved In. With The Need For Power, Where Was He To Go? So He Chose To Be A Conductor. He Is A Wonderful Musician, A Wonderful Intelligence. It's A Pity There Is No Humanity There. Does He Have Sex? I Think Not. When Men Have No Sex, They Go After Power In This Big, Obsessive Way.

There Is Another Interesting Paradox Here: By Immersing Ourselves In What We Love, We Find Ourselves. We Do Not Lose Ourselves. One Does Not Lose One's Identity By Falling In Love.

As I Sit Down And Start To Work, I Often Panic. I Stare At The Empty Piece Of Music Paper. How Can I Say That My Piece Will Be Ready For Performance Next January When I Do Not Have A Recipe For Making It Happen?