#composer

The discrepancy between the vacationists’ good times and Isolde’s unfortunate experience is more than disgusting ↗

— Paul Hindemith

#experience

It's nice to have a great female composer in the program and add her color. ↗

— Cecilia Bartoli

#color #composer #female #great #her

I think a lot of composers get into trouble just making up a plot and expecting an audience to follow that. ↗

— John Eaton

#composers #expecting #follow #get #i

There is no doubt that the first requirement for a composer is to be dead. ↗

— Arthur Honegger

#dead #doubt #first #no doubt #requirement

I dream of a collaboration that would finally be total, in which the librettist would often think as a composer and the composer as a librettist. ↗

— Jacques Ibert

#composer #dream #finally #i #i dream

With Hitchcock I had little relationship. I was called to replace Bernard Herrmann, his favorite composer, in Torn Curtain, after the bitter fight between them. ↗

— Maurice Jarre

#bernard #between #bitter #called #composer

I can think and play stuff in classical music that possibly violinists who didn't have access to other types of music could never do. It means I'm more flexible within classical music, to be a servant to the composer. ↗

— Nigel Kennedy

#classical #classical music #composer #could #flexible

Playwrights have texts, composers have scores, painters and sculptors have the residue of those activities, and dance is traditionally an ephemeral, effervescent, here-today-gone-tomorrow kind of thing. ↗

— Twyla Tharp

#composers #dance #ephemeral #kind #painters

A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance of unsuspecting musicians. ↗

— Frank Zappa

#around #assistance #composer #forcing #goes

Been thinking of my grandfather, whose wayward brilliance skipped my father’s generation. Once, he showed me an aquatint of a certain Siamese temple. Don’t recall its name, but ever since a disciple of the Buddha preached on the spot centuries ago, every bandit king, tyrant, and monarch of that kingdom has enhanced it with marble towers, scented arboretums, gold-leafed domes, lavished murals on its vaulted ceilings, set emeralds into the eyes of its statuettes. When the temple finally equals its counterpart in the Pure Land, so the story goes, that day humanity shall have fulfilled its purpose, and Time itself shall come to an end. To men like Ayrs, it occurs to me, this temple is civilization. The masses, slaves, peasants, and foot soldiers exist in the cracks of its flagstones, ignorant even of their ignorance. Not so the great statesmen, scientists, artists, and most of all, the composers of the age, any age, who are civilization’s architects, masons, and priests. Ayrs sees our role is to make civilization ever more resplendent. My employer’s profoundest, or only, wish is to create a minaret that inheritors of Progress a thousand years from now will point to and say, “Look, there is Vyvyan Ayrs!” How vulgar, this hankering after immortality, how vain, how false. Composers are merely scribblers of cave paintings. One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn’t, the wolves and blizzards would be at one’s throat all the sooner. ↗

— David Mitchell

#composer #immortality #music #age