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Pretty much at all times music motivates me. How can I say this without sounding in any way proud of myself? Obviously I've always written songs that are critical of our government and talk about our times. Hopefully you attempt to be timeless while doing it.

We need to reclaim our American system of limited government low taxes reasonable regulations and sound money which has blessed us with unprecedented prosperity. And it has done more to help the poor than any other economic system ever designed.

Now I need to take a piece of wood and make it sound like the railroad track but I also had to make it beautiful and lovable so that a person playing it would think of it in terms of his mistress a bartender his wife a good psychiatrist - whatever.

There are things they tell us that sound good to hear but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them.

If it's a good movie the sound could go off and the audience would still have a perfectly clear idea of what was going on.

I want to state upfront unequivocally and without doubt: I do not believe that any racial ethnic or gender group has an advantage in sound judging. I do believe that every person has an equal opportunity to be a good and wise judge regardless of their background or life experiences.

If it looks good you'll see it. If it sounds good you'll hear it. If its marketed right you'll buy it. But... If its real... you'll feel it.

Much of the social history of the Western world over the past three decades has been a history of replacing what worked with what sounded good.

Depend upon yourself. Make your judgement trustworthy by trusting it. You can develop good judgement as you do the muscles of your body - by judicious daily exercise. To be known as a man of sound judgement will be much in your favor.

The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.

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My culture-deprived aspirational mother dragged me once a month from our northern suburb - where the word art never came up - to the Art Institute of Chicago. I hated it.