The Midwest Is Such A Tabula Rasa.

Only Keep Still, Wait, And Hear, And The World Will Open.

The Desire To Live In Our Imagination Is Driven By This Suspicion That We're Disembodied Sensibilities Cobbled Into Our Bodies. That Idea Has Infused Most Of Human Thought Since The Very Beginning.

Until I Was 42, I Could Fit Everything That I Owned Into Two Suitcases.

The Oldest Principle Of Composition: Repeat Everything.

Music Forecasts The Past, Recalls The Future. Now And Then The Difference Falls Away, And In One Simple Gift Of Circling Sound, The Ear Solves The Scrambled Cryptogram. One Abiding Rhythm, Present And Always, And You're Free. But A Few Measures More, And The Cloak Of Time Closes Back Around You.