Quotes About Music

If you ever need to quickly get the attention of a roomful of American musicians, "A-one!" will do it every time. Warning: do not use this command frivolously.

Gerry and I were able to keep enough hits flowing out of our Baldwin Acrosonic spinet piano to feel confident about being able to pay our mortgage.

Mendelssohn's Hebrides Overture,

musical but I can't string three notes together.

I think the female form is so beautiful that I'm sure belly dance was created when a drummer watched a woman walking down the street. The sway of her hips was intoxicating and pulled the rhythm right out of the drum.

We've worked very hard as a band and would like to think we've got this far on the strength of our music.

I cry and watch Pitch Perfect and sing along with the Barden Bellas. I don't want to be a person who knows the name of a fictional a cappella group in a chick flick but that's what love has done to me.

Coachella is a festival fashion show where people dress up like hippies and pretend that Passion Pit is as good as the Rolling Stones.

The top is down and we sing along to "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road." I picked this song because I'm taking it all back, all the beautiful things in the world that were corrupted by my tragically ill girlfriend Guinevere Beck. (I see now that she suffered from borderline personality disorder.

The song "Born in the U.S.A." comes on and he groans. "I hate Bruce Springsteen," he says. "Can we do something about this? Goddamn whiny Democrat, we get it . You're from New Jersey and you think it's cool to be poor . Just fuck off already.

Oh no, that's totally different. A nursing home list is a list of things you plan on reading and watching in a nursing home. A bucket list is more like . . . visit Nigeria, jump out of an airplane. A nursing home list is like, read The Western Coast and watch Pulp Fiction and listen to the latest Daft Punk album.

All right," I say and I go on, stronger than Celine Dion's heart.

the world would be a happier place if more people would lift their souls with music instead of ugh-inducing podcasts.

Stevie Wonder sings about his precious daughter—Isn't she lovely made from love?—and we'll never have a daughter and I lose my temper

Sam Cooke's 'You Send Me' is on repeat in my head and the world would be a happier place if more people would lift their souls with music instead of ugh-inducing podcasts.

See, the record store was the great equalizer. It gave the nerds power—'You're really buying Taylor Swift?'—even though all those nerds went home and jerked it to Taylor Swift.

Once more, my harp! once more, although I thought Never to wake thy silent strings again, A wandering dream thy gentle chords have wrought, And my sad heart, which long hath dwelt in pain, Soars, like a wild bird from a cypress bough, Into the poet's Heaven, and leaves dull grief below

The other story about Midas is that he was called upon to judge between the music of Pan and Apollo and found in favour of Pan. Apollo, understandably annoyed (he was, after all, god of music, whereas Pan was merely god of shepherds and tootled on the odd pipe in his spare time), punished Midas by making a pair of ass's ears sprout from his head.

You are a beacon for us. One of the most powerful." "I'm not," I say softly. "Not anymore." Smiling, my grandmother presses my hand. "Always, Tamsin. Because of you, we have a future. That's why you will always be a beacon for us." Still holding my hand, she turns toward the house, toward the sound of laughter and music spilling out from the lit windows. Looking back at her, I mile, close my eye in her trademark wink, and say, "Ah.

Late into the night, I heard their wild music, music that didn't care who was in bed wanting to sleep. I knew the Gypsies were dancing, so lost in happiness that they forgot they lived in a gloomy Communist state.

Because under his sedate blazer and his knobby chest, there beat a heart, remember, that loved the tango.

I do a one-hour workout called Drenched, a cardio-boxing fitness routine, Monday through Friday. There are usually between twenty-five and fifty people there - everyone from stay-at-home moms and professional martial artists to teenagers and seniors. They play great dance music. When I can, I take two classes back-to-back.

I wasn't a ballet baby. My first dance class was in an outdoor pavilion when I was three. It was called 'creative movement.' The teacher gave us chiffon scarves in beautiful colors. She turned on some music and said, 'Now go dance.' So for me, dance has always been about self-expression.

I think hip-hop does a very good job of infusing comedy and humor and wit into music, a lot more than other genres.