Quotes About Sound

Modern church music is so constructed that the congregation cannot hear one distinct word.

I mean I like pop music, and I like heavy music and, stuff that I like... the band I've signed on to our label right now; they're called The Sounds. They're kind of like a new-wave pop band.

I am not doing something that it is experimental music in relation to classical music.

You cannot go wrong by learning classical music because it trains the ear.

At first people thought I was really arrogant and a snob about music because I'm so intense about my production and sound, and because they knew I didn't like new music so much.

Music... is the shaping of the invisible.

Young leaves The sound of a waterfall Heard from far and near.

When you're outside, and everything is highland, it's like nature has its own sound, and that's one of my favorite sounds.

A woodpecker's drilling Echoes To the mountain clouds.

The sound of water says what I think.

Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.

We perceive nature through the senses, which give us images of forms of colour, sounds etc. A form which exists only in relation to another form on its own, it does not exist.

Sound is the vocabulary of nature... noises are as well articulated as the words in a dictionary... Opposing the world of sound is the world of music.

Perceiving your own voice means perceiving your true self or nature. When you and the sound become one, you dont hear the sound; you are the sound.

The whole concert of animate nature arose entirely from annoying noises.

We listen too much to the telephone and too little to nature. The wind is one of my sounds. A lonely sound, perhaps, but soothing.

I do not know when it was, nor where it was, nor how young I may have been, but I can recall. . . a sudden feeling of happiness at hearing the voice of the pines.

Insect life was so loud that when you parked the car and got out it sounded as if you had suddenly tuned into a radio frequency from another planet.

The rustling of the leaves is like a low hymn to nature.

Both analog and digital developments have intensified the viral nature of sonic culture.

To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboatcomes slowly out and then goes back is truly worthall the years of sorrow that are to come.

Rain drops are not synchronized yet they create that sound worth listening to.

The sound of thunder, the smell of rain. The earth giving birth to another season. Nature's labor pains...beautiful.

My philosophy is the thicker the wood the thicker the sound, the bigger the string the bigger the sound. My smallest string is a 14 gauge.