The function of music is to release us from the tyranny of conscious thought.
Magical music never leaves the memory.
Her singing reminds me of a cart coming downhill with the brake on.
There are no woman composers, never have been and possibly never will be.
The bagpipes sound exactly the same when you have finished as when you started
Madam, you have between your legs an instrument capable of giving pleasure to thousands and all you can do is scratch it.