Quotes About Music

This room was our ivory tower, Sihem and mine. No one else was ever admitted here. Sometimes we'de come here to commune with our silence and reactivate our senses, dulled and blunted by the noises of every day. We'd bring a book or put on some music, and then we were off. We read Kafka as well as Khalil Gibran, and listened to Oum Kalthoum and Pavarotti with the same grattitude....

une grande bibliothéque en merisier investit toute une aile . C'était notre coin intime;notre retraite dorée. Nous y venions parfois communier avec nos silences et recycler nos sens émoussés par les bruits de tous les jours. Nous prenions un livre ou mettions une musique ,et nous voilà partis . Nous lisions aussi bien que Kafka que Khalil Gibran et écoutions avec la méme gratitude Oum Kalsoum et ou Pavarotti..

though he would deliver that speech twenty-eight miles away, in Ann Arbor, no place seemed more important to his mission than Detroit, a great city that honored labor, built cars, made music, promoted civil rights, and helped lift working people into the middle class. "This city and its people are the herald of hope in America," he said. "Prosperity in America must begin here in Detroit.

he and Smokey would exchange pickup lines and laments and rhymes until they had possible stanzas for a new song. One came up with "You got a smile so bright / you know you coulda been a candle." The other responded with "I'm holding you so tight / You know you coulda been a handle." And eventually they had composed "The Way You Do the Things You Do.

Late on weekend nights, when Vince was at last free from athletics, he took Marie out to his favorite haunts with the Palaus and other friends. They often drove up Route 9W to Englewood Cliffs for a late meal at Leo's and then some band music at the Rustic Cabin, where they fell into the habit of buying a beer and steak sandwich for a performer who came over to their table to chat after his closing set, a skinny young Italian crooner from Hoboken named Frank Sinatra.

Once, somebody asked Robert Schumann to explain the meaning of a certain piece of music he had just played on the piano. What Robert Schumann did was sit back down at the piano and play the piece of music again.

Albert Einstein, who reportedly said that music and cats offer the only escape from the miseries of life.

I never get enough of the adrenaline rush of hearing good music played live and played loud like this. Hearing these songs again snatches me out of the day-to-day and helps me forget all the things I usually waste my time worrying about. As long as the music's playing I don't have to do anything except listen, relax, and enjoy myself.

But how can you not like music? That's the same as not liking food! Or sex!

Whenever I hear Edith Piaf sing "Non, je ne regrette rien"—which is more often than I'd like, now that I'm at university—I can't help thinking, What the hell is she talking about? I regret pretty much everything.

Letters, like compilation tapes, were really vehicles for unexpressed emotions.

The enemy, self-consciousness, is creeping up on them and Gibbsy or Biggsy is the first to crack, declaring that the music is shit and everyone stops dancing immediately as if a spell has been broken.

Over-familiar, the music has become a kind of audio-Valium, background music rather than something I listen to actively and attentively. A gin and tonic after a long day. A shame, I think, because while each note remains the same, I used to hear them differently. It used to sound better.

What we have to get clear to kids is that when you offer your stillness and open yourself to the experience of music, it pays you back more than you give.

High school music teachers... nobody makes a living off it.

But even a wonderful soloist needs a song. Even a pitch-perfect voice needs a message.

drove off. King and Goffin went home to Jersey. That night, after tucking their kids into bed, they sat down and wrote the music and the lyrics. By the next morning, they had a hit.

It was Frankie Lymon all over again," Marvin said. "Only this kid had mastered James Brown's moves. Michael was like Stevie. From the very beginning, he worried me.

Besides, she likes Judy Garland and knows that if she sings a Judy Garland song, she's gonna sing it better than Judy ever could. That gives Aretha great satisfaction.

Let's dance put on your red shoes and dance the blues. Let's dance to the song they're playin' on the radio. Let's sway while colour lights up your face. Let's swa , sway through the crowd to an empty space.

Classical music is not really my thing, and I know absolutely nothing about it. If you told me you saw Brendel play Brahms last night, I would ask you who won.

Though we sing with the tongues of men and of angels, if we are not truly worshipping the living God, we are noisy gongs and clanging cymbals.

Americans are accustomed to seeing the subversive impact of popular music. Blues, jazz, rock, punk, rap, and so on—popular music has been like the prow of an icebreaker, bursting through the frozen sea of convention.

Johann Sebastian Bach presumably had other things in mind when, in about 1723, he wrote his "Air on a G string" (actually so named by a later arranger.) Part of a larger piece for string quartet, the "Air" includes a violin solo that fits entirely on the G string, the lowest of the violin's four strings.