Quotes About Music

Busted is not the ideal band I'd like to be in by any stretch of the imagination.

Lots of people say to me, 'I completely hate Busted'. That's completely cool with me. I understand why.

A jazz musician can improvise based on his knowledge of music. He understands how things go together. For a chef, once you have that basis, that's when cuisine is truly exciting.

I want this music and this dawn and the warmth of your cheek against mine. —R

Just bringing our full attention to what we are doing, and when we are done, we go home. But we are forever changed—while the performance is over, the music now lives within us.

Taylor Swift was never meant to be a singer-songwriter; she was supposed to become a stockbroker.

I recruited my dad to be my bass player and fired him on several occasions. He stayed on as a bus driver.

Some guy said to me: Don't you think you're too old to sing rock n' roll? I said: You'd better check with Mick Jagger.

You always feel better after you sing. It's like exercise, or eating your vegetables, or mediation. But with glitter and the occasional high note.

When I wasn't internally grumbling about my physical state, I found my mind playing and replaying scraps of songs and jingles in an eternal, nonsensical loop, as if there were a mix-tape radio station in my head. Up against the silence, my brain answered back with fragmented lines from tunes I'd heard over the course of my life - bits from songs I loved and clear renditions of jingles from commercials that almost drove me mad.

She loved horses and Hank Williams and had a best friend named Babs.

The music felt like sustenance to me, like food

What helps us stay relevant is that we haven't really set out on this musical experience to reach a destination. We consider the whole thing a journey. So it's not like we stopped off at Rock Island and now we're stranded there. We actually just get onboard the boat and let the winds take us where it will.

Gasm was one of the first to put a warning label on their record." Lucas saw the sticker on the shrink-wrap of Pain Threshold. WARNING! This record contains music that has been SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN to pollute your precious bodily fluids, grow hair on your hands, kill your goldfish, and cause mass starvation in the Third World. If you subject yourself to this music, your soul will fry in hell forever, world without end, PLAY IT LOUD!!!

A carillon was pealing as they cruised soundlessly over a watercourse and through bowers; they were splashed in passing by hot droplets of sun.

The customers were mainly people middle-aged or older, and they'd probably take a sledge hammer to anything that spewed out the top forty. This was Lawrence Welk country. A wild tune was a polka.

To achieve the kind of hard beat 'Gasm needed to back up Hartz's guitar madman act, Reichmann could have done as well pounding on a trash-can lid.

All my children inherited perfect pitch.

No one can whistle a symphony. It takes an orchestra to play it.

Margarete Matzenauer reveled in the gorgeous opulence of her royal purple voice.

Vinyl is Satan's resin.

If stars were notes upon a musical sky the night what a song of beauty!

But a queer thing is — this is personal — however painful a thing has been when I look back it is no longer painful, or no more painful than music is. In fact it is just that.

An ancient maple-tree, a strong sweet tree That has made wild music from the wind and snow For ninety winters; a maple-tree whose arms, Stretching against the rain, the bouncing hail, Has sheltered multitudes of travellers And straggling hosts of elders, wayworn, palsied, And weary with the day,—for ninety summers.