It is the transcendent (or 'abstract' or 'self-contained') nature of music that the new so called concretism--Pop Art, eighteen-hour slices-of-reality films, musique concrete--opposes. But instead of bringing art and reality closer together, the new movement merely thins out the distinction.

Too many pieces of music finish too long after the end.

Music is the sole domain in which man realizes the present.

Why is it that whenever I hear a piece of music I don't like, it's always by Villa Lobos?

The performance of performance has developed to such an extent in recent years that it challenges the music itself and will soon threaten it with relegation.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?

Mediocrity borrows, genius steals.