Orchestras are like people. They're the sonic embodiment of their community.
Simon RattleRead
We need to bring music to the people, even to those who normally do not listen to classical music.
Interpretation
Music should be accessible to everyone, regardless of their typical preferences.
This quote by Simon Rattle emphasizes the importance of making music, specifically classical music, accessible to all individuals, including those who may not typically engage with this genre. It speaks to the notion of inclusivity in the arts and the role of musicians and artists in reaching diverse audiences to enrich their cultural experiences.
In practice
During a community event, I shared a quote about music's accessibility to inspire attendees to explore different genres.
Orchestras are like people. They're the sonic embodiment of their community.
What really counts isn't whether your instrument is Baroque or modern: it's your mindset.
I've always had a profound conviction that great music is about joy, even in the face of tragedy.
I believe if you're not completely in love with what you're doing, you'd better find another profession.
Some of my favorite music in the world is Haydn. I had a sabbatical one year and made myself one promise: to play a different Haydn piano sonata each day - they are inexhaustible treasures.
We have to be evangelists for music. We couldn't just be high priests of music.
There is nothing harder to learn than painting and nothing which most people take less trouble about learning. An art school is a place where about three people work with feverish energy and everybody else idles to a degree that I should have conceived unattainable by human nature.
In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak.
As artists, we have an opportunity to help the public evolve, raise consciousness and awareness, teach, heal, enlighten and inspire in ways the democratic process may not be able to touch. So we keep it moving.
Rewriting isn't just about dialogue; it's the order of the scenes, how you finish a scene, how you get into a scene.
The evening light was like honey in the trees When you left me and walked to the end of the street Where the sunset abruptly ended. The wedding-cake drawbridge lowered itself To the fragile forget-me-not flower. You climbed aboard. Burnt horizons suddenly paved with golden stones, Dreams I had, including suicide, Puff out the hot-air balloon now. It is bursting, it is about to burst
When I'm stuck for a closing to a lyric, I will drag out my last resort: overwhelming illogic.
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