I find brass bands have a melancholy sound. All right out of doors, of course - fifty miles away. Like bagpipes, they turn what had been a dream into a public nuisance.
In the first movement alone, I took note of six pregnancies and at least four miscarriages.
What can you do with it? It's like a lot of yaks jumping about.
No woman is worth the loss of a night's sleep.
A musicologist is a man who can read music but cannot hear it.
Composers should write tunes that chauffeurs and errand boys can whistle.