“For Franz music was the air that comes closest to Dionysian beauty in the sense of intoxication. No one can really drunk on a novel or a painting, but who can help getting drunk on Beethoven’s Ninth, Bartok’s Sonata for Two Pianos and Percussion, or the Beatles’ White Album? Franz made no distinction between ‘classical’ music and ‘pop’. He found the distinction old-fashioned and hyprocritical. He loved rock as much as Mozart”
- The Unbearable Lightness of Being
