The sound of the harpsichord resembles that of a bird-cage played with toasting-forks. — Thomas Beecham
As you’ll never hear the thing again, my boy, why not throw in a couple of brass bands? — Thomas Beecham
The sound of a harpsichord – two skeletons copulating on a tin roof in a thunderstorm. — Thomas Beecham
If an opera cannot be played by an organ grinder, it’s not going to achieve immortality. — Thomas Beecham
They are quite hopeless – drooling, driveling, doleful, depressing, dropsical drips. — Thomas Beecham
Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. — Thomas Beecham