There was no control except the " of his power... and it is for this reason it is good you never heard him play someplace where the weather for instance could change the next series of notes-- then you never have heard him at all. He was never record...
But his own mind was helpless against every moment's headline. He did nothing but leap into the mass of changes and explore them and all the tiny facets so eventually he was completely governed by fears of certainty. He distrusted it in anyone but No...
But there was a discipline, it was just that we didn't understand. We thought he was formless, but I think now he was tormented by order, what was outside it. He tore apart the plot - see his music was immediately on top of his own life. Echoing. As ...
This last night we tear into each other, as if to wound, as if to find the key to everything before morning.
