Quotes About Music

I am listening and I am listening because what I'm playing isn't something I'm thinking about, it's something I'm feeling all over.

I already know the words. I just need to learn the beat. This tone-deaf white girl will try to make music out of recovery.

But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way. This notebook is a strange instrument—the player doesn't know the music until it's being played.

What I was sure of was that the bagpipes had begun to play "Fairytale of New York"—which is basically the best Christmas song ever written.

There are certain things a girl just knows, like that a fourth minute on a punk song is a bad, bad idea

Memo to Merle Haggard: Miracles really do happen. I

But that's what I love about punk music. It has a sense of humor about itself, doesn't pretend to be something it's not. It's kickass funk with a heavy-metal edge, but with a conscience." Good

We are the ones who take this thing called music and line it up with this thing called time. We are the ticking, we are the pulsing, we are underneath every part of this moment.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, they sang.

The scene is very Sopranos meets Rent.

I inspect the notebook of CDs laying on the floor. There's the usual suspects in there, Green Day and The Clash and The Smiths, yeah, but there's also Ella and Frank, even Dino, some Curtis Mayfield and Minor Threat and Dusty Springfield and Belle & Sebastian

Their first date was at the symphony. How mean can a guy be who likes Mozart? I hope, at least.

I wasn't sure what any of this meant. What I was sure of was that the bagpipes had begun to play "Fairytale of New York" – which is basically the best Christmas song ever written.

I shouldn't want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I`m seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It´s an INFINITE PLAYLIST

I go from chords to cords, amped to amps.

When making his music, he [Elvis Presley] had been the essence of cool, but in his movies he was often a self-parody embarrassing to watch. Colonel Parker, his manager, who had picked movie scrips for him, had served Elvis less well than the monk Rasputin had served Czar Nicholas and Alexandra.

One reason Elvis mattered, she said, was that in his prime, pop music had still been politically innocent, therefore deeply life-affirming, therefore relevant. By the time he died, most pop songs had become, usually without the conscious intention of those who wrote and sang them, anthems endorsing the values of fascism, which remains the case to this day.

I'd always had an ear for beauty, and maybe I'd had an eye for it as well, but until that day, I'd not recognized that the truth in great music could be found also in great art, that the heart could be lifted and the mind sharpened equally by both.

If you're going to keep the music in you, Jonah, you've got to play a little bit every day purely for pleasure. Otherwise, you'll lose the joy of it, and if you lose the joy, you won't sound good to those who know piano - or to yourself.

When I noticed that some of the gray-haired ladies had tears in their eyes, I understood for the first time why music matters so much, how it reminds us of who we are and where we came from, of all the good times and the sadness, too.

In fact, time teaches us that the musical score of life oscillates between that of Psycho and that of The Sound of Music, with by far the greatest number of our days lived to the strains of an innocuous and modestly budgeted picture, sometimes a romance, sometimes a light comedy, sometimes a little art film of puzzling purpose and elusive meaning.

Music is sound, sound consists of vibrations in the air, and these particular vibrations resonated with the marrow of my bones, with the tissues of my heart. - Addison Goodheart pg. 199

When we are transported either by Mozart or Glenn Miller, we find ourselves in the presence of the ineffable, for which all words are so inadequate that to attempt to describe it, even with effusive praise and words of perfect beauty, is to engage in blasphemy.

Of course, one must always remember that although The Sound of Music is the most feel-good movie musical of all time, it is crammed full of Nazis.