For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music.
When people say, ‘Why don’t you face the music?’ I say, ‘You have to understand the music is not an open court and a fair trial.’
My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary.
Composers need words, but they do not necessarily need poetry. The Russian composer, Aleksandr Mossolov, who chose texts from newspaper small ads, had a good point to make. With revolutionary music, any text can be set to work.
Poetry and music are very good friends. Like mommies and daddies and strawberries and cream – they go together.
Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.
Growing up, my grandmother did not want worldly music in the house. Then when I went out to California, I started listening to Spanish music, mostly Mexican music. But were I in Egypt, I would listen to the music of the people, or if I was in Italy, I’d listen to Italian music.
Indian classical music was born when time barely existed. It developed further within the structures of royal courts and a system of patronage where the ruler or the feudal master determined all.
Music has the power to make me feel good like nothing else does. It gives me some peace for a while. Takes me back to who I really am.