What was great about the 50s is that for one brief moment - maybe, say, six weeks - nobody understood art.
After all, Jews invented psychiatry to help other Jews become Gentiles.
Compositionally I always wanted to be like Fred Astaire.
No one has the Houdini school of composition.
To understand what music has to be, you have to live for music. Who's ready to do that?
Art in relation to life is nothing more than a glove turned inside out. It seems to have the same shapes and contours, but it can never be used for the same purpose. Art teaches nothing about life, just as life teaches us nothing about art.