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WHAT IS MUSIC?

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Once upon a time....
Jack in the Box
There was a jack-in-a-box...the end.

Once, there was a big elephant who say "I am a big elephant."
And his tail is nice also because it is very taily,
I also love his ears because they are grey!
He is big!
He is grey.
He is Mr.Elelphanty!

"music is the art of creating notes from instruments"-Albert Ainstieen
 
"music is the truest form of art; in its beauty, it's power, and its complexion"-Rosmary McDonald
 
"listening to music is like floating in space"-Urine Gagagarine
 
"I like my red coat"-The Smirths.
 
"If music were a person, it'd be my half sister."-Thommy Yorke, Radioheads.
 
"Music is that which one forsooth cannot defineth, yet indeed, perchance, maintain with uptmost significancious"-Sire William The Shakespeare, who also wrote a play about a man named after ham.
 
"Music is like this: la." This legindary response came from the great man himself: Sister Joseph. He also said, "How does music make me feel? How must one answer such a question? I can only find an equal foothold with art; much like music, art transpires into the human soul, never letting it go into the realms of confusion or depression. Much like art, music does not convolve itself in such a way that it may tranfipulate itself within the boundries of infinate trangulatory sequences. I only wish my boy were alive today; then I could be whole, like art and music and the tranfipulations that manifest everytime I go to my urinal and sing great folk songs about how much better the good old days were; times when men and women danced in the fields and sang true trifibulatory loves songs together. Ah, indeed, perchance; those were the days."
 
And they all say: "Ahmad".
 

ADDED JUNE 6TH 2005