The Melody Is Generally What The Piece

You May Be Sitting In A Room Reading This Book. Imagine One Note Struck Upon The Piano. Immediately That One Note Is Enough To Change The Atmosphere Of The Room - Proving That The Sound Element In Music Is A Powerful And Mysterious Agent, Which It Would Be Foolish To Deride Or Belittle.

I Don't Compose. I Assemble Materials.

You Compose Because You Want To Somehow Summarize In Some Permanent Form Your Most Basic Feelings About Being Alive, To Set Down Some Sort Of Permanent Statement About The Way It Feels To Live Now, Today.

Inspiration May Be A Form Of Superconsciousness, Or Perhaps Of Subconsciousness - I Wouldn't Know. But I Am Sure It Is The Antithesis Of Self-consciousness.

So Long As The Human Spirit Thrives On This Planet, Music In Some Living Form Will Accompany And Sustain It And Give It Expressive Meaning.