All the doctors who wanted to forbid me to smoke and to drink are dead.
For me, music begins where words end.
Millions of years ago, in my previous incarnations, I must have been related to swans... because I can still feel that affinity.
Music begins where the possibilities of language end.
Whereas most other modern composers are engaged in manufacturing cocktails of every hue and description, I offer the public cold spring water.
No one ever erected a statue of a critic.