A musician's attempt to summarize his or her work leads to all this prescriptive chatter, or what I call the 'Modifier's Madness.' A lot of adjectives working overtime.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I confess to being a frustrated musician.
Composing music is hard work.
Music - not just the lyrics, but the music itself - expresses confused or illicit passions: rage, lust, envy, frustration, channeling these energies and creating an outlet for them.
I've always been a writer who does simplistic, simple melodies. But I think it works.
I'm kind of insane when it comes to music, a little obsessed.
I've been called 'musically schizophrenic,' and some people think that's a cool thing.
I think one of the reasons musicians keep doing what they do and writers keep doing what they do, is that we're totally unsuited for anything else. And I for one am much too lazy.
A writer has to be driven crazy to help him to see. A writer needs his poisons.
Madness is the absolute break with the work of art; it forms the constitutive moment of abolition, which dissolves in time the truth of the work of art.
Artistic temperament is the disease that afflicts amateurs.