The World, The Real Is Not An

All Great Art Is A Form Of Complaint

I Never Had A Hat, Never Wore One, But Recently Was Given A Brown Suede Duck-hunting Hat. The Moment I Put It On I Realized I Was Starved For A Hat. I Kept It Warm By Putting It On My Head. I Made Plans To Wear It Especially When I Was Going To Do Any Thinking. Somewhere In Virginia, I Lost My Hat.

The Act Of Listening Is In Fact An Act Of Composing.

Get Yourself Out Of Whatever Cage You Find Yourself In.

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.