Subjects — B
Of J. S. Bach
The immortal god of harmony.
Bring me A bowl of coffee before I turn into a goat.
On playing the organ
There’s nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and the instrument plays itself.
Trying to be a first-rate reporter on the average American newspaper is like trying to play Bach’s St. Matthew Passion on a ukulele: The instrument is too crude for the work, for the audience and for the performer.
Bach almost persuades me to be a Christian.
I do not think that music keeps evolving. It evolved through Bach; since then, in my humble opinion, all the innovations added nothing.
I think that if I were required to spend the rest of my life on a desert island, and to listen to or play the music of any one composer during all that time, that composer would almost certainly be Bach. I really can’t think of any other music which is so all-encompassing, which moves me so deeply and so consistently, and which, to use a rather imprecise word, is valuable beyond all of its skill and brilliance for something more meaningful than that — its humanity.
I was obliged to be industrious. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed … equally well.
My masters are strange folk with very little care for music in them.
Bach’s music is the only argument proving the creation of the Universe can not be regarded a complete failure.