Don’t ever trust a composition that doesn’t build from scratch. Doesn’t earn its every crescendo. Everybody wants the big sounds right from the get-go – to hell with tension! says the impatient audience – but I prefer layers that build, bleed into each other. What fun is smashing a piano with a sledgehammer before you’ve even heard the harps herald, or those trumpets coughing through their brassy throats that something is terribly awry? In other words, I prefer music that lies to me. The only symphony worth hearing in this world is the one that pretends everything is going to be ok, and then proceeds to wreck your heart all at once.