Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin!

Four strings across the bridge, Ready to carry me over, Over the quavers, drunk in the bars, Out of the realm of the orchestra...

Give me the Banshees for B.V.s.

All I see is Rudi. I die with him, again and again. And I'll feel good in my revenge. I'm gonna fill your head with lead And I'm coming for you!

Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.

'I can only say so much about how I feel. Music is what I always turned to when I was feeling a certain way. It's been my reason for everything.'

My music must be an artistic reproduction of human speech in all its finest shades. That is, the sounds of human speech, as the external manifestations of thou…