Quotes About Music

For some people [blues music] is infinitely glamorous, for others it is a symbol of the oppression of a racial minority.

While listening to stringed instruments, hear their composite central sound; thus omnipresence.

There is nothing like walking to get the feel of a country. A fine landscape is like a piece of music; it must be taken at the right tempo. Even a bicycle goes too fast.

Without Arthur's voice, I never would have enjoyed that success.

My life so common it disappears and sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears.

The Mississippi Delta was shininglike a National guitar.

But when someone says 'Paul Simon', don't you just inevitably think of a piece of wonder bread just sittin' there on a counter top?

During another argument, Gene snapped at Peter: "Peter, you're an illiterate idiot who can't read or even talk correctly and never finished school." "Yeah," said Peter, "and I'm in the same band as you." To this day, that remains the smartest thing I ever heard Peter say.

Gene snapped at Peter: "Peter, you're an illiterate idiot who can't read or even talk correctly and never finished school." "Yeah," said Peter, "and I'm in the same band as you.

I wasn't crazy—I didn't see us in the same league as Zeppelin.

I saw the Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show. As I watched them singing, it hit me: This is my ticket out. Here was the vehicle I could use to rise out of misery, to become famous, to be looked up to, to be liked, to be admired, to be envied.

Robert Plant had cut his hair and was wearing parachute pants for God's sake. Nobody was impervious to what was going on—even the Who and the Stones were affected by

Using a double bass drum in rock came about as a way to emulate what John Bonham of Led Zeppelin managed to do with one bass drum. His foot was so fast that it took most drummers two kick drums and both feet to mimic it.

My older sister was at the cusp of new wave, and I had older brothers from my father's first marriage who were rock 'n' roll guys, so I was exposed to a lot of popular culture.

Over the Rainbow» de Judy Garland

Marc Bolan—name-dropped in the line "the DJ was playing some get-it-on rock 'n' roll"—had camped it up on Top of the Pops first, but he was cute, unthreatening; David and the Spiders were dangerous, a warning to lock up not only your daughters but also your sons.

One evening Bowie vented his frustration, says Pitt, by telling him, "I'm going to write some Top Ten rubbish," then proceeded to write a song that was neither. "Let Me Sleep Beside You" would be his first collaboration with Tony Visconti, the producer with whom he's most associated; the finest song Bowie had written to that point, it also became the cause of his biggest artistic setback.

On the album that would become Let's Dance, his delegation was even more extreme, with Rodgers recruiting musicians as well as overseeing the finest details of the arrangements. It was Nile Rodgers who programmed the music. But it was David Bowie who programmed Nile Rodgers.

I have made a similar suggestion for poetry: that one should approach it as pure sonority, reading and rereading it as a sort of music, and should not introduce meanings or intentions into the diction before clearly grasping the system of sounds that every poem must offer on pain of nonexistence.

I would hear the song of the columns and visualize in the pure sky the monument of a melody.

The long sobsOf the violinsOf autumnPierce my heartWith monotonous languor.

Chanson d'automne Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l'heure, Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure ; Et je m'en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte Deçà, delà, Pareil à la Feuille morte.

Autumn Song" translated by Arthur Symons When a sighing begins In the violins Of the autumn-song, My heart is drowned In the slow sound Languorous and long Pale as with pain, Breath fails me when The hours toll deep. My thoughts recover The days that are over, And I weep. And I go Where the winds know, Broken and brief, To and fro, As the winds blow A dead leaf.

Right now, it hasn't affected my music other than the fact that I don't have time to write any of it. That's no different from when I first started and I lived at home. I would play the guitar in the afternoon and then my mom or my dad would come home and I'd have to quit.