I sing seriously to my mom on the phone. To put her to sleep I have to sing 'Maria' from West Side Story. When I hear her snoring I hang up.
God gave me some weird beautiful scent that makes men and women go crazy....
My mom is in the navy and my dad works for the army but I never called them...
Once music ceases to be ephemeral - always disappearing - and becomes instead material... it leaves the condition of traditional music and enters the condition of painting. It becomes a painting existing as material in space not immaterial in time.
