It is a funny thing, but when I am making music, all the answers I seek for life seem to be there, in the music. Or rather, I should say, when I am making music, there are no questions and no need for answers.
I want a trouble-maker for a lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame,
Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate,
Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.
… it always appealed to me: to be able to stand up there in front of everyone and shriek as loud as you could, about hatred and love and rage and despair, scream at the top of your lungs and have it come out music. That would be something.
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Margaret Atwood, Lady Oracle
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