Quotes About Music

I remember when metal was something you really had to search out, and now I hear it on car commercials.

The band is like a vintage car. You take it out to go for a spin for a couple miles, but you wouldn't drive across the country.

My dad always played Anne Murray in the car on the way to the dump when I was a kid.

And when I'm in my car I'm laid back I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat But that's flat

It used to be that youd have a song recorded by a major country artist and if it was a hit, you could buy a car. Now you can buy a dealership.

I still don't have a car. I still travel by public transport. I take autos to travel to and fro for recordings.

When your car rattles when you drive, you know you are playing cool music.

Got ants in my pants and I need to dance, so big fine mama, come give me a chance.

I hope I will always have the chance to play the violin.

There're people all over the world that have access to Suicide Silence because of the internet and everyone that listens to you has a better chance to paying to see you play.

We didn't have a garage to rehearse in. We had to aggravate the folks in the house. But I got a chance to play in a beer joint, and that's how it started.

ZZ Top did get a chance to play with Lightnin' Hopkins and Jimmy Reed, there's still that one, single song we just can't shake... J.B. Hutto's "Combination Boogie".

When you get a chance to play with people - informally is one thing, but when you hook up and make something that's going to last or mean something to someone, I take it very seriously.

Did God mind that dreadful singing, he who made the nightingale and the lark? Probably not. Probably it was the soul of Mrs Crabtree he was listening to, the worshipping song of her heart, and that rang true as a bell.

The embrace of present and past time, in which English antiquarianism becomes a form of alchemy, engenders a strange timelessness. It is as if the little bird which flew through the Anglo-Saxon banqueting hall, in Bede's Historia Ecclesiastica Gentis Anglorum, gained the outer air and became the lark ascending in Vaughan Williams's orchestral setting. The unbroken chain is that of English music itself.

The presence of water invites song and music; there is something about its flow, and the sound of its flow, that elicits other melodies.

Is there not something more glorious about making music than making war?

Texts are musical in that they take time, and the time texts take is musical time. The time of music and the time of texts always involve reaching for the next moment. Music is always moving toward the next note, and we are always reading beyond the individual word. Each sentence compels us to move forward; each paragraph carries us along to the denouement.

God is love, and music is the language of love; therefore, music is the language of God. Music is a language more profound than words. How often have you heard a great piece of music and felt that? Great music does not just make you feel good; great music suggests some profound truth or mysterious meaning that is objectively true but not translatable into words.

I expect that in Heaven, the angels will sing Bach, and they'll envy us our understanding of Beethoven. The unfallen angels don't have to go through the first movements of the 9th symphony to get to the Ode to Joy. But we do.

What is that instrument?" Aly asked the head guard. When he returned a blank stare, she pantomimed playing the instrument. "A zither?" "Santur," he said.

In addition, Elvis carried within him a millstone that impeded his initial striving toward musical expression: he didn't really feel deserving. All his life Presley was burdened by deep inner fears of success. He 138 THE INNER ELVIS expected all he had accomplished to evaporate instantly, thrusting him back into the pit of poverty from which he came. He felt this fear of failure from the inception of his career.

Tomorrow I'm going to Wong's, and I'm going to listen to the music of my own lack of thoughts. / Go, Gus says. Nobody's stopping you. / You don't see the beauty? Walt says. / Beauty of what? History of what? Alf says. / Everything. Shoelaces, farts, love, death, cantaloupes--all I have to do is remember. [Walt Kaplan/13 Gus's Highland Spa]

For once in California there was an integration of art with avant-garde literature and music.