Life Is The Space Between Our Things.

I Wish To Sing Of My Interior Visions With The Naive Candour Of A Child.

Do Not Allow The Accents In The Brass To Produce Space Between The Notes.

How Much Has To Be Explored And Discarded Before Reaching The Naked Flesh Of Feeling.

Music Begins Where Words Are Powerless To Express. Music Is Made For The Inexpressible. I Want Music To Seem To Rise From The Shadows And Indeed Sometimes To Return To Them.

First Of All, Ladies And Gentlemen, You Must Forget That You Are Singers.