“For years I said if I could only find a comfortable chair I would rival Mozart.”

— Morton Feldman

Quoted in in "AMERICAN SUBLIME : Morton Feldman's mysterious musical landscapes", by Alex Ross. in The New Yorker (19 June 2006)

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American avant-garde composer 1926–1987

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