I grew up listening to English music.
At times I make music, but in private.
I use music as a medium to talk to people.
There's no religion but sex and music.
I take all of my music seriously and personally.
Music is what our feelings sound like.
My taste in music and entertainment is quite eclectic.
With instrumental music, it is traditionally hard to get exposure.
The laws of morals and the laws of music are the same.
The roots of my music start from the ghetto.
...music is the key to life
The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.
I don't want to work on a musical if I'm not the lyricist.
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