Beauty is less important than quality.
Let me explain what I do here. I don't want to confuse you any more than absolutely necessary.
Why do you always insist on playing while I'm trying to conduct?
That's the way Stravinsky was. Bup, bup, bup, bup. The poor guy's dead now. Play it legato.
Write it down in your own handwriting.
There was confusion since I stood here 35 years ago.
I don't mean to make you nervous, but unfortunately I have to.
I never say what I mean, but I always manage to say something similar.
During the rests - pray.
We can't hear the balance yet because the soloist is still on the airplane.
It's all very well to have principles, but when it comes to money you have to be flexible.
I am thinking it right but beating it wrong.
Accelerando means in tempo. Don't rush.
Don't ever follow me, because I am difficult.
The notes are right, but if I listened they would be wrong.
It is not as difficult as I thought it was, but it is harder than it is.
Please follow me because I have to follow him and he isn't here.
I can see none of you are smugglers; that's why it's so loud.
Who is sitting in that empty chair?
I wrote it the right way, so it was copied the wrong way right. I mean the right way wrong.
Why do you always start after my beat then rush to catch up? Do you want us to stay behind?
At every concert I've sensed a certain insecurity about the tempo. It's clearly marked 80...uh, 69.
Even when you are not playing you are holding me back.
Let's start at 35 because I don't know where it is.
Tonight I'm going to listen with my ears.
