Do not allow the accents in the brass to produce space between the notes.
There is no theory. You merely have to listen. Pleasure is the law.
The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
Life is the space between our things.
But music, don't you know, is a dream from which the veils have been lifted. It's not even the expression of a feeling, it's the feeling itself.
Beauty seems to strike some people as a personal affront.