There are those who would say that music is not long for this world. That music has become old, lazy and bitter. That there are no hidden Mozart's left to inspire it. Yes, music is dying. But it is the musicians themselves that will have music's blood on their hands. It is they who have become old lazy and bitter. Todays musician is impatient, wanting to instantly climb aesthetic mountains and to swim in poetic oceans. But is he really prepared? Is today's musician ready to journey so far without a reward? If he is not, then music deserves to die. Unless, no secret Mozart can save it. Musical genius is no someone; it is a path. It begins on a single note but no destination is planned. No destination, but perhaps a guide, a musician at times slothful and bitter himself, who knows this path well even if he hasn't reached the end. And now musical genius, in all its magnanimity, has devoted its endless path to the perpetual student, Monsieur Gonzales
