Music Is In The Space

Beauty Seems To Strike Some People As A Personal Affront.

The Age Of Automobiles And Aeroplanes Cannot Express Itself In The Same Manner As Did The Age Of The Diligence.

The Sound Of The Sea, The Curve Of A Horizon, Wind In Leaves, The Cry Of A Bird Leave Manifold Impression In Us. And Suddenly, Without Our Wishing It At All, One Of These Memories Spills From Us And Finds Expression In Musical Language...i Want To Sing My Interior Landscape With The Simple Artlessness Of A Child.

I Love Music Passionately. And Because I Love It I Try To Free It From Barren Traditions That Stifle It.

Is It Not Our Duty To Find The Symphonic Formula Which Fits Our Time, One Which Progress, Daring And Modern Victory Demand? The Century Of Airplanes Has A Right To Its Own Music.