Only by pairing knowledge with inspiration will art evolve. Without these conditions any musician will remain a flawed … - Hector Berlioz

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The only thing I can't do is hear. I can drive, I have a life with four kids, I work on TV, I do movies, so the deafness question, is it that they want to know because, what? Not sure.

Hector Berlioz

Only by pairing knowledge with inspiration will art evolve. Without these conditions any musician will remain a flawed artist, if one may speak of an artist at all.

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