Music Quotes - Page 53

Last night I did things my mother told me not to with the people I shouldn't see in the places that I should not go..

It's in my genes. My mother was an opera singer. I'm clearly dramatic.

There is no where that life problem can take you that God's presence cannot reach you. There is nothing that people can do to you that can keep God from getting to you.

Music is the cup that holds the wine of silence. Sound is that cup, but empty. Noise is that cup, but broken.

The dusty library air is electric with secrets/ almost palpable in the thick quiet that bounces between/ Cal and those books and me

What an odd thing it is to see an entire species -- billions of people -- playing with, listening to meaningless tonal patterns, occupied and preoccupied for much of their time by what they call 'music.' (-- The Overlords, from Arthur C. Clarke's Childhood's End)

Kind of like CSI investigating a social error—Here’s the corpse of the situation, what do you think killed it?—with the hope of preventing further fatalities. Often as not, it boiled down to missed cues.

By the way, this tells you why Auto-Tuned vocals on many contemporary records sound so shallow and lifeless. It’s almost as if everything we learned from African American music during the twentieth century was thrown out the window by technologies in the twenty-first century. The goal should not be to sing every note dead center in the middle of the pitch---we escaped from that musical prison a hundred years ago. Why go back? In an odd sort of way, much of contemporary pop music resembles opera, with all the subtle shadings of bent notes and microtonal alterations abandoned in the quest for mathematically pure tones.

Inspiration surrounds us, the creation is our responsibility as artists.-Lyn Crain

I'll admit that writing doesn't always come, but I'm totally against walking around looking at the sky when you're experiencing a block, waiting for inspiration to strike you. Tchaikovsky and Rimsky-Korsakov didn't like each other and agreed on very few things, but they were of one opinion on this: you had to write constantly. If you can't write a major work, write minor trifles. If you can't write at all, orchestrate something.

I've only got forever and forever is fine

I mean, you want the truth as you wanna hear it? I can't do that. You couldn't afford me.

An intellectual snob is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture and not think of The Lone Ranger.

I don't do 'black music,' I don't do 'white music'...I make fight music, for high school kids.

If I should be available to everyone, I will eventually end up with nothing to give to anyone. So the greatest gift you can receive from me is my time. Count yourself lucky if I give you a minute of my hour.

It is a great, a pleasant thing to have a friend with whom to walk, untroubled, through the woods, by the stream, saying nothing, at peace--the heart all clean and quiet and empty, ready for the spirit that may choose to be its guest.

I’ve got some questions,Are you sick of feelin’ sorry?And people sayin’ not to worry?Sick of hearing this hakuna matata motto,From people who won the lotto,We’re not that lucky.Have you noticed that you’re breathing?Look around and count your blessings,So when you’re sick of all this stressin’ and guessin’I’m suggestin’ you turn this up and let them hear you sing it

When you sleepI will creepInto your thoughtsLike a bad debtThat you can't payTake the easy wayand give in!

The songs were all either fast or sad. Because all songs should be either fast or sad.

Music is powerful. It sets the mind and body and soul free in a way that I've never fully been able to understand. Maybe because it's not meant to be understood. It's simply meant to be experienced.

sometimes we take action, sometimes we take pills.

I never thought being obnoxious would get me where I am today

Life's greatest tragedy is not that it will someday end, but that most only live to follow directions and sometimes we end up totally lost.

Music- a country one can inhabit only in music.

There's a jangle to the music of the dead. I mean that certain something that's so happy and so sad at the same time. The notes almost make a perfect harmony, but don't. Then they do but quickly crash into dissonance. They simmer in that sweet in-between rhythm section rattling along all the while. Chords collapse chaotically into one another and just when you think it's gonna spill into total nonsense, it stands back up and comes through sweet as a lullaby on your mami's lips. Songs that'll make people tap their feet and drink melancholically but not realize the twisting genius lurking within until generations later.

People haven't always been there for me but music always has.

(on learning Westlife had beaten Oasis, U2 and The Beatles in an album chart battle in November 2006): There is no God.

Concert' doesn’t mean standing up like a target in front of thousands of strangers. It means coming together. It means harmony.

Listening to music makes me creative in all spheres of life.

...the mode by which he "heard" the universe and projected it far beyond himself. Perhaps it was in this, I said to Albertine, this unknown quality of a unique world which no other composer had ever yet revealed, that the most authentic proof of genius lies, even more than in the content of the work itself. "Even in literature?” Albertine inquired. “Even in literature.” And thinking again of the sameness of Vinteuil’s works, I explained to Albertine that the great men of letters have never created more than a single work, or rather have never done more than refract through various media an identical beauty which they bring into the world. “If it were not so late, my sweet,” I said to her, “I would show you this quality in all the writers whose works you read while I’m asleep, I would show you the same identity as in Vinteuil. These key-phrases, which you are beginning to recognise as I do, my little Albertine, the same in the sonata, in the septet, in the other works, would be, say for instance in Barbey dAurevilly, a hidden reality revealed by a physical sign, the physiological blush...

THE WISER I GET....THE LESS I SPEAK, THE MORE I THINK AND THE MORE THOUGHTFUL MY WORDS BECOME"~QWANA M. "BABYGIRL" REYNOLDS-FRASIER

Even though it may look like the wicked is gaining ground, God is still in control. We need to pray for our nations, pray for others, pray for forgiveness and mercy over people. We need to love no matter who we are talking to, whether they are Atheist, Moslems, Lesbians, Homosexuals or Pagans. We need to love them and share the love of God with them and not judge and see if we can rebuild our broken nations.

Each asana is like a sound or letter in an alphabet. Every letter in an alphabet produces a unique sound vibration. Each asana vibrates at a specific frequency. When asanas are performed in sequence, beautiful phrases or sutras result, producing a mystical language.

Man, if you have to ask what it [jazz] is, you’ll never know.

Bach is an astronomer, discovering the most marvellous stars. Beethoven challenges the universe. I only try to express the soul and the heart of man.

It was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.

There’s a little tagline in there that I throw out to our fans, I like to call them my sinners, and I’m a fellow sinner, and so I think that’s a special little throw-out to them.

America: It's like Britain, only with buttons.

It is the part of a wise man, I say, to refresh and restore himself in moderation with pleasant food and drink, with scents, with the beauty of green plants, with decoration, music, sports, the theater, and other things of this kind, which anyone can use without injury to another.

It's harder to make the glass than break the glass.

A piece of music is an experience to be taken by itself.

Without Puccini, there is no opera; without opera, the world is an even drearier place than the evening news would have us think.

Then she took up the bow and began to play. The tone was warm and deep, storied with layers of age.

Artists strive for perfection. But what they often fail to see is that the beauty, the humanity, lies within the flaws.

To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. Do you feel your music?

Live your truth. Express your love. Share your enthusiasm. Take action towards your dreams. Walk your talk. Dance and sing to your music. Embrace your blessings. Make today worth remembering.

At times all you need is a bottle of fine old wine, a mellifluous piece of music playing in the background and a good book to spend the entire night in a magical bliss!

Nothing softens the heart like a song.

You can't copy anybody and end with anything. If you copy, it means you're working without any real feeling. No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.

And my head told my heart"Let love grow"But my heart told my head"This time noThis time no

Music helps us drift away to places of tranquility, happiness, sadness, & imagination.

When stealing from other players, an older musician wisely advised me, choose a different instrument from your own, and people won’t notice the theft.

I am tough for a reason and it is to fucking destroy the music. I dance hard.

I imagine music sitting in a chair across from me saying "and how does that make you feel?".

I leave behind this hurricane of f***ing lies

I've probably been spit on more that any person alive outside of, I would say, a member of the prison system.

Lundin says, “Denniz was an arrangement genius.” He adds, “like Steve Jobs, he knew what to take out. ‘You can get rid of that, that. Keep it simple.’ ” As Denniz put it, “A great pop song should be interesting, in some way. That means that certain people will hate it immediately and certain people will love it, but only as long as it isn’t boring and meaningless. Then it’s not a pop song any longer; then it’s something else. It’s just music.

Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.

Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.

Yeah, you and me, we can ride on a starIf you stay with me, girlWe can rule the worldYeah, you and me, we can light up the skyIf you stay by my sideWe can rule the world