B.B.

 Dear Valeria,

The sound that you’re listening to is from my guitar
That’s named Lucille. I’m very crazy about Lucille.
Lucille took me from the plantation. Oh you might say,
Brought me fame.
I don’t think I could just talk enough about Lucille.
Sometime when I’m blue seem like Lucille try to help
me call my name.

B.B. “King of the Blues” King

Harry

Dear Valeria,

I’m perfect!

Sincerely Yours,

Harry “Little Tich” Relph

John

 Dear Valeria,

Rock on,

John Henry “The Beast” Bonham

Fiammetta

Dear Valeria,

Never forget to look at the sky! 

Much love,

Fiammetta Wilson

Aretha

Dear Valeria,

Music does a lot of things for a lot of people. It’s transporting, for sure. It can take you right back, it’s uplifting, it’s encouraging, it’s strengthening.

Love,

Aretha Franklin

Andy

Dear Valeria,

At the times in my life when I was feeling the most gregarious and looking for bosom friendships, I couldn’t find any takers so that exactly when I was alone was when I felt the most like not being alone. The moment I decided I’d rather be alone and not have anyone telling me their problems, everybody I’d never even seen before in my life started running after me to tell me things I’d just decided I didn't think it was a good idea to hear about. As soon as I became a loner in my own mind, that’s when I got what you might call a “following.” As soon as you stop wanting something you get it. I’ve found that to be absolutely axiomatic.

All yours,

Andy Warhol

Richard

Liebe Valeria,



Beste Grüße,

Richard Wagner

Lightnin’

Yo! Valeria,

Black ghost, black ghost
Please stay away from my door
Black ghost, black ghost
Will you please stay away from my door
Yeah, you know you worry po' Lightnin' so now
I just can't sleep no more
Yeah, you know I go to dreaming first night
Black ghost is all po' Lightnin' can see
I go to dreaming first night,
Black ghost is all po' Lightnin' can see
You know that's why I begin to wonder
Why you keeps on worryin' me
Black ghost is a picture
And the black ghost is a shadow too
Whoa, black ghost is a picture
And the black ghost is a shadow too
You just can see him but you can't hear him talkin'
Ain't nothin' else that a black ghost can do…

Ever yours,

Sam John "Lightnin’" Hopkins

Augusta

Chère Valeria,

Je jure devant Dieu de t'aimer comme un frère,
Dans la vie ou la mort, dans la paix ou la guerre,
Et de sauvegarder ton honneur de chrétien,
Fût-ce au prix de mon sang, ou fût-ce au prix du tien!

Sincèrement,

Augusta Holmès

Wolfgang Amadeus

Dear Valeria,

All I insist on, and nothing else, is that you should show the whole world that you are not afraid. Be silent, if you choose; but when it is necessary, speak—and speak in such a way that people will remember it.

Yours,

Frédéric

Dear Valeria,

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

warmest regards,

Frédéric Chopin

Janis

Dear Valeria,

If I hold back, I'm no good. I'm no good. 
I'd rather be good sometimes, than holding back all the time.

Rock it,

Janis Joplin

Miles

Dear Valeria, 

I remember one time - it might have been a couple times - at the Fillmore East in 1970, I was opening for this sorry-ass cat named Steve Miller. Steve Miller didn't have his shit going for him, so I'm pissed because I got to open for this non-playing motherfucker just because he had one or two sorry-ass records out. So I would come late and he would have to go on first and then we got there we smoked the motherfucking place, everybody dug it.

Best,

Miles Davis

Jimi

Dear Valeria,

Definitely music has meaning, and it's getting more spiritual. Pretty soon I believe people will have to rely on music to get some kind of peace of mind, or satisfaction, or direction, actually. More so than politics, the big ego scene. You know it's an art of words... Meaning nothing. Therefore you will have to get an earthier substance, like music or the arts.

Peace and love,

Jimi Marshall Hendrix

Sotiria

Dear Valeria,



Με εκτίμηση,

Σωτηρία Μπέλλου

Jean

Chère Valeria,

On trouve aux champs pastoureaux sans brebis,
Clercs sans habits, prêtres sans bréviaire
Châteaux sans tours, granges sans fouragiz,
Bourgs sans logis, étables sans seulis,
Chambres sans lits, autels sans luminaire,
Murs sans parfaire, églises sans refaire,
Villes sans maire et cloîtres sans nonnettes
Guerre commet plusieurs faits deshonnêtes.

Vôtre,

Jean Molinet

Rabindranath

Dear Valeria,

Our passions and desires are unruly, but our character subdues these elements into a harmonious whole. Does something similar to this happen in the physical world? Are the elements rebellious, dynamic with individual impulse? And is there a principle in the physical world which dominates them and puts them into an orderly organization?

Yours,

Rabindranath Tagore

Mia

Yo! Valeria,

You lose your head on your chosen trip
The sight of your blood will lose your spit
And a broken heart will turn to sin but when
the wound is open you’re all the fuckin’ same
Cut my skin it makes me human
Scorn your mind well just feel the blow
Cause when you’re lookin at pain you’re lookin at truth
Nothin’ like pain to keep us all the same
Cut my skin, it makes me human
Scorn your mind just feel the pain
’cause it’s what makes us human
It keeps us all the same

Don't stop breathing, sister,

Mia Zapata

Victor

Chère Valérie,

Allez, allez, mes chers amis
Faites retentir l’air de vos chants d’allégresse !
Semez aux pieds de la déesse
Les roses et les lys !
Courez en foule vers son temple ! courez !
Moi, Dieu merci !
Je suis ici,
Trop mollement couché pour suivre votre exemple !

A toujours,

Victor Massé

Ernst

Dear Valeria,

Having a singular weakness for such like fantastic histories, I found it necessary, as may easily be imagined, to make Antonia's acquaintance. I had myself often enough heard the popular sayings about her singing, but had never imagined that that exquisite artiste was living in the place, held a captive in the bonds of this eccentric Krespel like the victim of a tyrannous sorcerer. Naturally enough I heard in my dreams on the following night Antonia's marvellous voice, and as she besought me in the most touching manner in a glorious adagio movement (very ridiculously it seemed to me, as if I had composed it myself) to save her, I soon resolved, like a second Astolpho, to penetrate into Krespel's house, as if into another Alcina's magic castle, and deliver the queen of song from her ignominious fetters.

yours faithfully,

E.T.A. Hoffmann