Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius. I don't know anything about music. In my line you don't have to. You can't be a legend in your parent's basement.
Opposition brings concord.
Out of discord comes the fairest harmony. Caught in that sensual music all neglect momuments of unaging intellect. William Butler Yeats. Music heard so deeply that it is not heard at all, but you are the music while the music lasts. Jay D. Schankman all rights reserved.