...you must play for the little fellow in the last row of the balcony who only has fifty cents to pay for… — Marcel Tabuteau Copy Share Image
...you must play for the little fellow in the last row of the balcony who only has fifty cents to pay for a ticket. — Marcel Tabuteau Copy Share Image
I am very moody when I cook. I cook according to the way I feel at the moment. A little of this, a little… — Marcel Tabuteau Copy Share Image
For forty years I have play the oboe, and still I never know what is coming out. It is a perpetual anxiety. But maybe… — Marcel Tabuteau Copy Share Image
Your playing is like salt water taffy. You see all the beautiful colors, red, yellow, blue, but they all taste the same. — Marcel Tabuteau Copy Share Image
