i discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind, but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature.
I don't think of my music as something that works well in the background. And because a lot of it isn't in 4
4, people might not like to dance to it.