Stravinsky the composer I worship. Stravinsky the thinker I despise.
Our business is rejoicing, our business is rejoicing.
He fell like a chicken into the soup.
The majority of my symphonies are tombstones.
I don't know what will become of this piece. Our brave critics will no doubt charge me with imitating Ravel's Bolero. Too bad - this is how I hear war.
Every piece of music is a form of personal expression for its creator...If a work doesnt express the composers own personal point of view, his own ideas, then it doesnt, in my opinion, even deserve to be born.