Quotes About Music

Because jazz music is a thing that, as few things do, makes you feel really at home in the world here, as if it's an okay notion to be born a human animal, or so.

Now, you can think what you like about the art of jazz – quite frankly, I don't really care what you think, because jazz is a thing so wonderful that if anybody doesn't rave about it, all you can feel for them is pity: not that I'm making out I really understand it all – I mean, certain LPs leave me speechless.

Was this really happening? She was singing a Springsteen song with Ridge Jackson. Their gazes locked as they "sang" into the forks. A smile curved her lips, and giggles bubbled up until she couldn't sing at all.

We have faith … Our music is never counting. For us the One is always Now. In time whether it's 7/4 time, 4/4 time, or whatever—we're always coming back to the One.

aloneness is a bad fiddle I play against my own / burning

Music is the passport to my world of imagination.

I've always believed, in my heart of hearts, that it would be a better show if, when I crossed over to the desk, the band kept playing for an hour and I danced in a cage.

Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without.

You have only to feel the sacred music of your soul, to dance.

For my birthday this year, my girlfriends - who knew I'd just inherited my dad's turntable - gave me a carton of albums like 'Blue Kentucky Girl ' by Emmylou Harris, and 'Off the Wall ' by Michael Jackson. It's all stuff we grew up with. I mean, you can't have a music collection without Prince's 'Purple Rain' - it just can't be done!

I grew up singing. My mother was a music teacher.

My veins are afire with music, her eyes have kissed me, my body is turned to light; I shall dream to her secret heart tonight.

The English critic George Saintsbury once compared the act of sentence making--the letting out and pulling in of clauses--to the letting out and pulling in of the slide of a trombone or the "draws" of a telescope.

To paraphrase Ezra Pound, don't imagine that the art of prose is any simpler than the art of music; spend as much time developing your craft as a pianist spends practicing scales. 'Let the neophyte know assonance and alliteration, rhyme immediate and delayed, simple and polyphonic, as a musician would expect to know harmony and counterpoint, Pound argued in his 1913 essay, 'A Few Don'ts.

Voices" Ideal and dearly beloved voices of those who are dead, or of those who are lost to us like the dead. Sometimes they speak to us in our dreams; sometimes in thought the mind hears them. And for a moment with their echo other echoes return from the first poetry of our lives — like music that extinguishes the far-off night.

Ideal voices and beloved of those who have died, or of those who are lost to us like the dead. Sometimes, within our dreams, they speak; sometimes the mind can hear them in our thoughts. And with their sound for an instant return sounds from the early poetry of our lifelike music in the night, faraway, that fades.

I needed to step away from music because the truth was I couldn't be the dad I wanted to be to my kids. My truth was that I could not reconcile the two worlds - the entertainment world and being the dad I wanted to be in the present. You can't substitute time, you just can't.

It was raining a motherfucker. It was raining a Dostoyevsky novel. It was raining a Kurosawa film. It was raining a Trout Mask Repilca.

That's why people listen to music or look at paintings. To get in touch with that wholeness.

Music at its best...is the grand archeology into and transfiguration of our guttural cry, the great human effort to grasp in time our deepest passions and yearnings as prisoners of time. Profound music leads us--beyond language--to the dark roots of our scream and the celestial heights of our silence.

I want every girl in the world to pick up a guitar and start screaming.

On that same tour we ran into a band at Aylesbury Friars, a biggish venue in Oxfordshire, England. They were a four-piece from Ireland called U2. They seemed like nice fellows and they sounded pretty good, but we didn't keep in touch. They're probably taxi drivers and accountants by now.

In his autobiography Stravinsky relates that the first music he remembers was made by a peasant, working his hand in his armpit to produce a rhytmic farting.

Charles laughingly observed,'Gospel and the blues are really, if you break it down, almost the same thing. It's just a question of whether you're talkin' about a woman or God.