Quotes About Music

I'm just saying that at least for the foreseeable future there won't be any more touring.

Listen to your inner-voice: Surround yourself with loving, nurturing people. Fall in love with your art and find yourself. Music is the great communicator.

I heard the Beatles and the Stones, and Mom bought me an electric guitar. I played lead for four years and then switched to bass. One day someone suggested that I should sing, so I sheepishly stepped up to the microphone and the rest is rock history.

It can be argued that doo-wop is a great, unequivocal uniter of white men of a certain age and temperament.

gradually understood that I wasn't practicing to play the guitar, but playing the guitar to learn about practicing.

Interpreting literature was like performing a piece of music. It was a matter of lines and phrases, of hearing the resonance and learning where the stress falls. The note A has little significance by itself, just like the words love and yes. Yet placed just right, surrounded by other notes, other words, even a single tone can absorb all the forcefulness of our need, returning it to us as meaning.

The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.

They all trying to say something with music that you can't say with plain talk. There ain't really no words for love or pain. And the way I see it, only fools go around trying to talk their love or talk their pain. So the smart people make music and you can kinda hear about it without them saying anything.

On the road, I met couples traveling in RVs and discovered that a national roving group called RV Women provided campgrounds and community. Other gatherings were massive and seasonal—most famously, the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival.

Then came such a melodious whistle, I looked about thinking that a bird had flown into the room.

Why not just live in the moment, especially if it has a good beat?

Wherever one looks in the realms of creative endeavor, one finds the greatest architecture, music, art, sculpture, drama, ritual placed in the service of non-sense, the exalted realm of the ideal, the possible.

Show me a church's songs and I'll show you their theology.

When my opera Plump Jack was performed in 1989, my first piano teacher sent me something that I'd composed when I was four. I remember I played it, and it still sounded like me. I'm the same composer I was then.

I was in Paris at an English-language bookstore. I picked up a volume of Dickinson's poetry. I came back to my hotel, read 2 000 of her poems and immediately began composing in my head. I wrote down the melodies even before I got to a piano.

Both the Beatles and The Rolling Stones broke on the music scene the summer I was in England. I can vividly remember hearing 'She Loves You' in August 1963.

Got a whiskey cured guitar and no place is too far

Nobody had any idea that 'If You Could Read My Mind' would become a hit single.

It was a sweet and happy dream. The quiet spot, outside, seemed to remain the same, save that there was music in the air, and a sound of angels' wings.

Wild is the music of the autumnal wind Among the faded woods; but these blithe notes Strike the deserted to the heart;—I speak Of what I know, and what we feel within.

Just then the branches lightly stirred… See, out o' the apple boughs a bird Bursts music-mad into the blue abyss...

Birdsong is a symphony of the skies.

Birthdays! What music in the world! In these unresting times, when nothing intellectual, economic, social, political, seems stable; when customs and traditions hoary with age are mixed with explosive elements, this oldest of institutions is not in danger of yielding to destructive forces.

When using a public campground, a tuba placed on your picnic table will keep the campsites on either side vacant.