I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.
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Born:
February 24, 1837
Death: July 15, 1885 |
“Maybe it's egocentric or whatever, but when I'm playing Beethoven, Bach, Hendrix, or whoever it is, in the end, it just feels like my own music and I'm making it up as I'm going along.”
“Bling is over. Red carpet covered with rhinestones is out. I call it 'the new modesty.'”