Did you ever get the feeling that the world is a tuxedo and you're a pair of brown shoes?
Beethoven always sounds to me like the upsetting of a bag of nails, with here and there an also dropped hammer.
He and I were about as compatible as a rat and a boa constrictor.
Some things don’t mix. Some things don’t mix at all, but sometimes in life you have to take the risk.
Today, despite free speech and the mass media, the prevailing social vision is dangerously close to sealing itself off from any discordant feedback from reality.
Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
All them weird chords which don't mean a thing...you got no melody to remember, and no beat to dance to
