When I was a teenager, just about the only thing I could do right was play music. In my graduating class, I was certainly not voted ‘Most Literary Boy.’ I can assure you I was not voted ‘Mostly Likely to Succeed.’ I was voted ‘Most Musical Boy.’ And the music led to the poetry.
The creative act amazes me. Whether it’s poetry, whether it’s music, it’s an amazing process, and it has something to do with bringing forth the old out into the world to create and to bring forth that which will rejuvenate.
I tour more than I need to, more than is good for you. But it’s my favorite part of music. I much prefer it to studio work.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Opera is the most complete art form. It includes drama, acting, technology (lighting), art (the sets), dance, and the epitome of the human voices. But mostly, go for the glorious music. The arts are crucial to the life of every community.
In music the passions enjoy themselves.
It is a wise tune that knows its own father, and I like my music to be the legitimate offspring of respectable parents.
What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.
You are the music while the music lasts.
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.