Quotes About Music

Sólo quería dejar bien sentado que el contrabajo es el instrumento central de la orquesta. En el fondo lo sabe todo el mundo, sólo que nadie lo confiesa abiertamente

Müzik öyle yücedir ki, hiçbir ak?l s?rr?na eremez; müzikten, her ÅŸeye egemen olan ve kimsenin hesab?n? tutamayaca?? bir etki yay?l?r.

Der Kontrabaß ist das scheußlichste, plumpeste, uneleganteste Instrument, das je erfunden wurde. Ein Waldschrat von Instrument.

We sang not for fame and fortune, but because the song needed to be set free from our souls. Once liberated, most folks understood why it had been locked up in the first place. Once

Shall we tune up?" asked Heimdal. He was answered by a chorus of "Sure," , "Why not?", and "Why? Do I look like a car?" "Okay. Ready. Mee, Mee, Mee, Mee," Heimdal sang. The assembled crowd sang back "You, you, you, you." "Very good. Now lets try 'you, you, you, you.'" Heimdal said. A chorus of "Me, me, me, me," filled the air. "Excellent," Heimdal

I'm putting the band back together," I said with a smile.

There's many benefits from a good read, just as some must sing a lungful of psalm, or take the bottle down from the shelf.

I recorded a song called, I Fall to Pieces, and I was in a car wreck. Now I'm worried because I have a brand-new record, and it's called Crazy!

I just sing the stuff that makes me smile, makes me feel like I didn't sell myself out.

My mom loved rock 'n roll. My father hated it. We couldn't play it when he was around.

I came into music because I thought the presentation of poetry wasn't vibrant enough. So I merged improvised poetry with basic rock chords.

What I wanted to do in rock 'n roll was merge poetry with sonic scapes, and the two people who had contributed so much to that were Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison.

I'm not saying I wasn't flawed or amateurish. But you can never say I did anything to appease the music business.

I refuse to believe that Hendrix had the last possessed hand, that Joplin had the last drunken throat, that Morrison had the last enlightened mind.

I don't like answering to other people's philosophies. I don't have any philosophy, I just believe in stuff. Either I believe in something or I don't. Like, I believe in the Rolling Stones but not in the Dave Clark Five. There's nothing philosophic about it. Whenever I'm linked with a movement, it pisses me off.

We imagined ourselves as the Sons of Liberty with a mission to preserve, protect, and project the revolutionary spirit of rock and roll. We feared that the music which had given us sustenance was in danger of spiritual starvation. We feared it losing its sense of purpose, we feared it falling into fattened hands, we feared it floundering in a mire of spectacle, finance, and vapid technical complexity.

He dreamed of amassing musicians from all over the world in Woodstock and they would sit in a field in a circle and play and play. It didn't matter what key or tempo or what melody, they would keep on playing through their discordance until they found a common language.

It was like being at an Arabian hoedown with a band of psychedelic hillbillies (p. 171).

Music television is all about the media-oriented version of what it is to be a rock star; it's not about what Bob Dylan or Jimi Hendrix were about - which included great images, sure, but they had spiritual and political and revolutionary content, too.

So be we king or be we bum the reed still whistles the heart still hums

He dreamed of amassing musicians from all over the world in Woodstock and they would sit in a field in a circle and play and play. It didn't matter what key or tempo or what melody, they would keep on playing through their discordance until they found a common language. Eventually they would record this abstract universal language of music in his new studio. "The language of peace. You dig?" I did.

It was exciting just to stand in front of the hallowed ground of Birdland that had been blessed by John Coltrane, or the Five Spot on St. Mark's Place where Billie Holiday used to sing, where Eric Dolphy and Ornette Coleman opened the field of jazz like human can openers.

We lost contact with Ed but a decade later he was with me in an unexpected way. As I approached the microphone with my electric guitar to sing the opening line "So you want to be a rock 'n' roll star," I remembered his words. Small prophecies.

Jimi Hendrix] dreamed of amassing musicians from all over the world in Woodstock and they would sit in a field in a circle and play and play. It didn't matter what key or tempo or what melody, they would keep on playing through their discordance until they found a common language. Eventually they would record this abstract universal language of music in his new studio. "The language of peace. You dig?" I did.