On Land, On Sea, At Home Abroad,

I Play The Notes As They Are Written, But It Is God Who Makes The Music.

Without My Morning Coffee I'm Just Like A Dried Up Piece Of Roast Goat.

It Cannot Remain Unmentioned That So Many Poorly Equipped Boys, And Boys Who Have No Talent At All For Music, Have Been Accepted Into The School To Date That The Quality Of Music Has Necessarily Declined And Deteriorated. And Those Who Do Bring A Few Precepts With Them When They Come To School Are Not Ready To Be Used Immediately.

I Worked Hard. Anyone Who Works As Hard As I Did Can Achieve The Same Results.

You Just Have To Press The Right Keys And The Right Pedals At The Right Time And The Music Plays Itself.