“These are my best friends. The piano barks and yells and sits there like a very large dog begging at the dinner table. It is so demanding. While the guitar, on the other hand, hums. The guitar is something you hold in your arms like a small child. The oboe is uncivil and pushy, like a younger sister with chicken pox. The banjo is a lanky man with crutches. The drums are a litter of kittens all making noise at once, gasping for milk. The xylophone is a schoolteacher with perfect posture waiting to see who acts up. The hysterical recorder, who suffers from asthma. The choleric Casiotone. The melancholy vibraphone, with its rotating fans and rubber mallets. The homeless accordion, with its allergies and broken keys, or the harmonica, which is hard to turn away because it is so small.”
—Sufjan Stevens
