Quotes About Music

Maybe I'm weak for music men. Maybe I'm weak, period. But I couldn't deny I was charmed by his arrogant, fool-ish guise.

Popular music is a microcosm of the culture, Eliza. It reflects the mentality of the population.

That's the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight

It's bad enough when people I know fuck with my life, but when pretentious bass players interfere with my destiny, then I really get pissed.

The world is filled with people who are no longer needed—and who try to make slaves of all of us—and they have their music and we have ours. Theirs, the wasted songs of a superstitious nightmare—and without their musical and ideological miscar-riages to compare our Song of freedom to, we'd not have any opposite to compare music with—and like the drifting wind, hitting against no obstacle, we'd never knows its speed, its power.

Happiness is elusive, for sure.But like love, and music, I believe in it because I can feel it.

Thank heaven for the wisdom of the prophets of rock 'n' roll.

Magician, musician. Same thing. A little hocus pocus and a whole lot of faith, right?

Fuck, it's hot in here." He put the guitar down, stood up, whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Then he pulled off his belt like D'Artagnan drawing a sword...

What do you say we mark this day—the day we met—by buying each other a record? Something we think reflects our perceptions of each other.

A song." I said aloud. "What?" "The whole time Adam and I were together, he never wrote a song for me." Vera looked like she was trying to think of an appropriate response to such a stupid desire. "He was a drummer. You hate it when drummers sing.

Jacob was the only person I'd ever met, besides myself, who believed music was a cosmic language that spoke directly to our souls—to ease our pain, and to remind us we weren't alone.

Happiness is elusive, for sure.But lime love, and music, I believe in it because I can feel it.

he asked me if I was happy. But before I had a chance to respond, he said, "Don't answer that. It's a stupid question. I don't believe in the myth of happiness any more than you do." This is where Paul had it wrong. I did believe in the myth. I had to. Otherwise I don't think I would have been there. Happiness is elusive, for sure. But like love, and music, I believed in it because I could feel it.

Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog-Flavored Water.

with patrons who wasted their quarters on Lynyrd Skynyrd all night long.

It was 1984. That year, my true love was John Taylor from Duran Duran.

But for me, the power of music rests in its ability to reach inside and touch the places where the deepest cuts lie. Like a benevolent god, a good song will never let you down.

Standing off to the side, stage left, I backed up, parked myself on a crate, and squeezed my knees together. The louder the music got, the harder the crate vibrated. It was like having sex with Paul's spirit until his body could step in and finish the job.

Tell me what you listen to and I'll tell you who you are." Paul

the flanger setting ... makes it sound as if the chord is being chewed over thoughtfully by a large genie accustomed to telling long, implausible stories

a guitar store is the only place in the known universe where a guy will allow himself to shop like a woman

Guitar makes even have a word for these baby-boomers-who-alwyas-wanted-to-be-great-guitarists-and-now-have-the-money-to-indulge-those-dreams: dentists

What's this whole Parrot Head phenomenon about, anyway?" asked Crease. "It's kind of like AA in reverse.