The red and white and starry blue _x000D_ Is freedom's shield and hope.
John Philip SousaRead
Remember always that the composer's pen is still mightier than the bow of the violinist; in you lie all the possibilities of the creation of beauty.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the power of creativity and composition over performance.
John Philip Sousa highlights that the ability to create music (the composer's pen) holds more potential and significance than merely performing it (the bow of the violinist). This suggests that the act of creation opens a realm of possibilities for beauty that surpasses the act of playing, encouraging individuals to recognize their own creative potential.
In practice
In a speech at a music festival promoting new composers.
The red and white and starry blue _x000D_ Is freedom's shield and hope.
There is one thing that freezes a musician more than the deadliest physical cold, and that is the spiritual chill of an unresponsive audience!
Dance as though no one is watching. Love as though you've never been hurt. Sing as though no one can hear you. Live as though heaven is on earth.
Jazz will endure just as long people hear it through their feet instead of their brains.
Anybody can write music of a sort. But touching the public heart is quite another thing.
If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.
The film drama is the opium of the people…down with bourgeois fairy-tale scenarios…long live life as it is!
I consider skateboarding an art form, a lifestyle and a sport. 'Action sport' would be the least offensive categorization.
I adore wearing gems, but not because they are mine. You can't possess radiance, you can only admire it.
If you're a film composer, you have the music tell the story of the character.
The poet must not only write the poem but must scrutinize the world intensely, or anyway that part of the world he or she has taken for subject. If the poem is thin, it is likely so not because the poet does not know enough words, but because he or she has not stood long enough among the flowers--has not seen them in any fresh, exciting, and valid way.
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