Music Is The Arithmetic Of

The Colour Of My Soul Is Iron-grey And Sad Bats Wheel About The Steeple Of My Dreams.

There Is No Theory. You Merely Have To Listen. Pleasure Is The Law.

It Is Necessary To Abandon Yourself Completely, And Let The Music Do As It Will With You. All People Come To Music To Seek Oblivion.

When Asked By A Grumpily Puzzled Professor What "rules" He Followed, Debussy Is Said To Have Retorted, Mon Plaisir "whatever I Please" And He Further Claimed That More Was To Be Gained By Watching The Sun Rise Than By Listening To The Pastoral Symphony. Although Such Remarks Were Intended To Shock, They Contain A Core Of Debussyan Verity.

Art Is The Most Beautiful Deception Of All!