...we Can All Shut-up And

I Hate You, Richard Wagner . . . But I Hate You On My Knees.

Music, Because Of Its Specific And Far-reaching Metaphorical Powers, Can Name The Unnamable And Communicate The Unknowable.

It Would Be Nice To Hear Someone Accidentally Whistle Something Of Mine, Somewhere, Just Once.

I'm No Longer Quite Sure What The Question Is, But I Do Know That The Answer Is Yes.

In The Olden Days, Everybody Sang. You Were Expected To Sing As Well As Talk. It Was A Mark Of The Cultured Man To Sing.