I went to a radio station on Long Island in 1982, and thank goodness for me, it was so new that there was no receptionist. So the DJ opened up his booth, and took my tape and listened to it and thought it was a hit song.
The manner in which one endures what must be endured is more important than the thing that must be endured.
Why write for the orchestra? For one thing it's a very challenging problem.

