I equate composing with orchestrating. I think my music in terms of an orchestra.
Henry ManciniRead
The great thing about a record is it frees your imagination; it gives your eyes a rest and lets your mind wander. There's the special thing that each record can mean a different thing to every person listening to it.
Interpretation
Records stimulate creativity and allow for personal interpretation.
This quote highlights the transformative power of music and records, suggesting that they provide a mental escape and encourage individual imagination. Each listener can interpret a record in their own unique way, emphasizing the subjective nature of art and experience.
In practice
During a speech at a music festival to emphasize the power of artistic expression.
I equate composing with orchestrating. I think my music in terms of an orchestra.
I compose the music according to the nature of the show. 'Peter Gunn's' focus was violence so that was my key.
If you're feeling fancy free, come wander through the world with me, and any place we chance to be, will be a rendezvous. Two for the road, we'll travel through the years, collecting precious memories, selecting souvenirs and living life the way we please.
I offer my performance as prayer for someone I've worked with as an actor or someone who has died. The image that comes into my head as I walk to the stage, I offer that performance up for that person.
If I could be reincarnated as a fashion accessory, it would be a shopping bag.
What the poet is searching for_x000D_ is not the fundamental I_x000D_ but the deep you.
The power of story and the power of a well-crafted film or television show is really all you need to speak to people. I think Hollywood is sort of catching up to that.
You should write, first of all, to please yourself. You shouldn't care a damn about anybody else at all. But writing can't be a way of life - the important part of writing is living. You have to live in such a way that your writing emerges from it.
Say it, no ideas but in things - nothing but the blank faces of the houses and cylindrical trees bent, forked by preconception and accident - split, furrowed, creased, mottled, stained - secret - into the body of the light!
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