...we Can All Shut-up And Go Back

The Key To The Mystery Of A Great Artist Is That For Reasons Unknown, He Will Give Away His Energies And His Life Just To Make Sure That One Note Follows Another... And Leaves Us With The Feeling That Something Is Right In The World.

Music, Because Of Its Specific And Far-reaching Metaphorical Powers, Can Name The Unnamable And Communicate The Unknowable.

I Hate You, Richard Wagner . . . But I Hate You On My Knees.

The Rhapsody Is Not A Composition At All. It's A String Of Separate Paragraphs Stuck Together - With A Thin Paste Of Flour And Water... I Don't Think There Has Been Such An Inspired Melodist On This Earth Since Tchaikovsky... But If You Want To Speak Of A Composer, That's Another Matter.

Perhaps The Chief Requirement Of [the Conductor] Is That He Be Humble Before The Composer; That He Never Interpose Himself Between The Music And The Audience; That All His Efforts, However Strenuous Or Glamorous, Be Made In The Service Of The Composer's Meaning - The Music Itself, Which, After All, Is The Whole Reason For The Conductor's Existence.