I don't know what they're thinking about. Just because someone says, 'I like what you do' or something: They might like it today and tomorrow they might not. I've had that experience with record companies.
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I'm having this conversation with you now. I'm talking, but I'm thinking, feeling, smelling, and moving. Yet I'm concentrating on what you're saying. So that means there's more things going on in the body than just the present thing that the person's got you doing.Ornette Coleman
I remember once I read a book on mental illness and there was a nurse that had gotten sick. Do you know what she died from? From worrying about the mental patients not being able to get their food. She became a mental patient.
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To me, human existence exists on a multiple level, not just on a two-dimensional level, not just having to be identified with what you do and what you say.
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Even when you write it, someone's got to play it. So if you can play it and bypass all the rest of the things, you're still doing as great as someone that has spent forty years trying to find out how to do that. I'm really pro-human beings, pro-expression of everything.
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Jazz is the only music in which the same note can be played night after night but differently each time.
Ornette Coleman
It's just someone has labelled us as having a different label to do what you do. I find that labels are the worst thing in the world for artistic expression.
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