Quotes About Music

I've never made a record that I'm ashamed of.

I loved Alva Noto's 'Xerrox, Vol. 3' a lot. It might be my favorite of his records. I must admit, I was bummed to see him say he was surprised by how emotional the record came out, as if he was ashamed. But there's something perfect about that.

If we found an ashtray in the studio, we'd try to play it and find a part for it in a song.

As for music, it was his profession, and where will you find the man who is in love with his means of earning a livelihood? For it is with a profession as with marriage: in the long length you are sensible of nothing but the drawbacks.

This power of awakening a world of grave and sweet and tender memories by a familiar and sometimes lively ditty, is the privilege of those popular songs which are the superstitions of music, — if we may use the word "superstition" as signifying all that remains after the ruin of a people, all that survives their revolutions.

É tão absurdo dizer que um homem não pode amar a mesma mulher toda a vida, quanto dizer que um violinista precisa de diversos violinos para tocar a mesma música.

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.

Okay, but do you know that feeling when you heart a great song, and it's like the song knows you? That's what music's for. Who cares if you don't see how the pieces fit together?" -Bina

And don't let anyone trick you into playing bass. The world's got enough chick bass players Seriously, though. Why play bass when you can play guitar?

Songs were medicines long before herbs

Mother Tibbs made but an indifferent housemaid, for she spent most of her time at the garden gate, waving her handkerchief to the passers-by. And if, when at her work, she heard the sound of a fiddle or flute, however distant, she would instantly stop whatever she was doing and start dancing, brandishing wildly in the air broom, or warming-pan, or whatever domestic implement she may have been holding in her hands at the time.

Grant me, sound of body and of mind, to pass an old age lacking neither honor nor the lyre.

I've found in composing that being simple and profound—having in-depthness in your music—is the most difficult thing to do. Anybody can write a whole lot of notes, which may or may not say something . . . But why make it complicated for the musicians to play? Why make it difficult for the listeners to hear?

He was already tired of the rain. He never took long to grow weary of it in winter, though he liked it in the summertime when it fell hard, silver and green, and afterward steamed from the backs of horses, steamed up from the railroad ties and lay in a mist along Town Creek. In summer, the birds sang after a rain, but no such music rose from the cold drizzle of the dead time. Only silence, and only the dark.

Composers shouldn't think too much - it interferes with their plagiarism.

You have a problem, just ask yourself one simple question: What would Ray Charles do in a situation like this?

Decisi di diventare un beatnik a tutti gli affetti[...]. Fumai tutta la marijuana che mi passava tra le mani, lessi Kerouac, ascoltai Bob Dylan e Roland Kirk e andai a vedere film francesi che non capivo.

How she wished she were back at home with her family, strumming her banjo on the porch while Grampa Cornpone played the fiddle. Oh, the steamy bayou nights of her youth! Ma would cook up a huge pan of Creole innards, whilst Pa sat in the corner smoking his pipe of tabaccy with the hound dogs snoozing at his feet.

My kids say, "Dad, come on, you don't know what's going on. You don't know the music. You don't know this, you don't know that. Here are the books you should be doing. Here's the film you should be making." And when I get to the office and someone says, "Can I get you a coffee? Can I get you a water?

It is no coincidence that music is called the universal language and used as a form of worship.

Well, I never been to Spain But I kinda like the music Say the ladies are insane there And they sure know how to use it They don't abuse it, never gonna lose it I can't refuse it.

He took another drink, licked his lips and leaned back with his eyes closed for a minute, listening. Marion closed her eyes and just leaned against his chest, feeling the weight and security of his arm around her, moving her toes slightly in time to the music. That last hash and the chartreuse really did it. She felt fine. She felt warm. She felt at home. Trane had just finished a chorus and the piano player came in and Marion muttered a soft, Yeah.

The voice so filled with nostalgia that you could almost see the memories floating through the blue smoke, memories not only of music and joy and youth, but perhaps, of dreams. They listened to the music, each hearing it in his own way, feeling relaxed and a part of the music, a part of each other, and almost a part of the world.

Like all tools, modern technology has produced some wonderful moments in music and also some horrors.