I dream of instruments obedient to my thought and which with their contribution of a whole new world of unsuspected sounds, will lend themselves to the exigencies of my inner rhythm.
Edgard VareseAbout author
- Author's profession: Composer
- Nationality: american
- Born: December 22, 1883
- Died: November 6, 1965
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