In January 1944 I Was Called Up

My Grandfather Was Not A Musician But He Was An Artist - A Painter, A Decorative Painter.

New York Is The Dream World, The Center Of Jazz And Rock

I Don't Read Such Boring Things. Life Is Too Short.

Yes, Fractals Are What I Want To Find In My Music.

Now There Is No Taboo; Everything Is Allowed. But One Cannot Simply Go Back To Tonality, It’s Not The Way. We Must Find A Way Of Neither Going Back Nor Continuing The Avant-garde. I Am In A Prison: One Wall Is The Avant-garde, The Other Wall Is The Past, And I Want To Escape.