"Where music is concerned am a sensualist. I
want to put my hands right on the music, wrestle with
it with my whole body, seriously invade the music's
personal space. The piano is too prim for my muse;
she expects a level of physical intimacy far beyond
sitting on a bench holding hands. She's really a more of a
stick-her-tongue-down-your-throat-and-rub-up-against-you
sort of muse; she expects to be seduced, not courted. The
harp, man, the harp curves into your embrace, leans against
you, sings into your collarbone, and thrills to your touch.
Clearly, this is the beginnings of a beautiful
relationship." --
siderea,
2003-10-26
(no subject)