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...you must play for the little fellow in the last row of the balcony who only has fifty cents to pay for a ticket.
Your playing is like salt water taffy. You see all the beautiful colors, red, yellow, blue, but they all taste the same.
For forty years I have play the oboe, and still I never know what is coming out. It is a perpetual anxiety. But maybe this is good-I have never the time to get myself bored.
I am very moody when I cook. I cook according to the way I feel at the moment. A little of this, a little of that, and almost always a coupcon of garlic. I never proceed by the rules.