Where Does Beauty Begin? Where Does It

Every Something Is An Echo Of Nothing

We Are Living In A Period In Which Many People Have Changed Their Mind About What The Use Of Music Is Or Could Be For Them. Something That Doesn't Speak Or Talk Like A Human Being, That Doesn't Know Its Definition In The Dictionary Or Its Theory In The Schools, That Expresses Itself Simply By The Fact Of Its Vibrations. People Paying Attention To Vibratory Activity, Not In Reaction To A Fixed Ideal Performance, But Each Time Attentively To How It Happens To Be This Time, Not Necessarily Two Times The Same. A Music That Transports The Listener To The Moment Where He Is.

I Have Nothing To Say, And I Am Saying It.

Whether I Make Them Or Not, There Are Always Sounds To Be Heard And All Of Them Are Excellent.

Art Is Sort Of An Experimental Station In Which One Tries Out Living.