I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.
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Music is my mistress and she plays second fiddle to no one.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Duke Ellington expresses his devotion to music, prioritizing it above all else.
In this quote, Duke Ellington personifies music as his mistress, implying a deep and passionate relationship. He emphasizes that music holds a paramount place in his life, indicating that no other interest or commitment can overshadow his dedication to it, reflecting the profound impact art has on one's existence.
Themes
MusicDevotionPassionArtLife
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about creativity, one might say, 'As Duke Ellington once put it, Music is my mistress and she plays second fiddle to no one, emphasizing the importance of following one's passion.'
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