I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.
Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.
Whence it follows that God is absolutely perfect since perfection is nothing...
You know, for most of its life bluegrass has had this stigma of being all...
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
I like finding that common point between another...
