Quotes About Music

I wouldn't go so far as to make 'You Don't Own Me' a tango or 'It's My Party' a hip-hop thing. Believe me, those things have been suggested to me. But I thought if I could stay true to the song, the arrangements would work. I'm really enjoying singing them.

In my childhood, I was very fond of western music and dance forms like Hip Hop, Salsa, Tango, etc.

Tank is my boy. I'm the first artist he's ever been on the road with. We go all the way back to 'Pony.' He was my background singer on my tour.

I used to listen to the soundtrack for the movie 'Tank Girl' all the time. It was really good.

Coming out in a bedazzled tank top and silver jeans and singing 'Superstar' with a 36-piece band and 28 dancers around me is one of the dopest things I've ever had the opportunity to do.

Me and my brothers decided to form a group called T.G.T. - Tyrese, Ginuwine and Tank.

But the scientists had the other half of their group of volunteers only imagine playing the notes; they did not actually touch the ivories. Then the researchers measured whether the motor cortex had noticed. It had. The region that controls the fingers of the right hand had expanded in the virtual pianists just as it had in the volunteers who had actually played the piano. Thinking, and thinking alone, had increased the amount of space the motor cortex devoted to a specific function.

CANDY AND ALESSA are practicing in the storeroom. One of them is burning through "Miserlou" and the other sounds like she's falling down the stairs with a boxful of cats. But she keeps playing. Good for her.

Kasabian is still shrieking like a banshee, which is pretty good for a guy with no lungs.

LOS ANGELES IS a busted jukebox in a forgotten bar at the ass end of the high desert. The city only exists between the pops, skips, and scratches of the old 45s.

I mean, if we're just a mistake it means that anything nice we do is special. Any music or paintings or movies or people we love. They're all special because we're not even supposed to be here.

I wander back to Musicals and wonder for a minute if Janet would like something stupid like Xanadu or Roller Boogie. But I shove them back into the display bin because I don't want to die of a disco aneurysm. I grab Urgh! A Music War, but put that back too.

Gentry's neighbor is still blasting the same teeth-grating country pop he was playing last time I was here. When the frowning dumbass sticks his head into the hall to complain about the noise I stick the Colt in his face. "Play Taylor Swift one more time, motherfucker." He turtles his head back into his apartment and the music stops.

I DUMP KASABIAN back in our room over Max Overload around 5 A.M. I didn't even bother putting him back in his bowling bag on the way home. Anyone wandering the streets at that hour deserves to see a severed head singing "Good Vibrations.

When she was six, someone had explained to her that the grooves on the LPs were really little hills and valleys and that the needles made music from bouncing through them. One day when she learned that her fingerprints were little hills and valleys, she got a sewing needle and dragged it across her fingers. All it did was draw blood. Lesson learned. People weren't records. Records were.

Sing, then. Sing, indeed, with shoulders back, and head up so that song might go to the roof and beyond to the sky. Mass on mass of tone, with a hard edge, and rich with quality, every single note a carpet of colour woven from basso profundo, and basso, and baritone, and alto, and tenor, and soprano, and also mezzo, and contralto, singing and singing, until life and all things living are become a song. O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song.

I played around our yard some and talked to the fence posts, sung songs and made the weeds sing . . . —WOODY GUTHRIE

Oh, could you view the melodyOf every graceAnd music of her face,You'd drop a tear;Seeing more harmonyIn her bright eyeThan now you hear.

If you want to make beautiful music, you must play the black and the white notes together.

A singer whose ear is singly directed to the melodic aspects of a Brahms lied or a Verdi aria lacks perception of the musical web from which the melodic line emerges; the composer's intent may remain unrealized. to sing Schubert, Schumann, Brahms, Wolf, or Strauss lieder without an understanding of underlying harmonic structures is to vocalize on them, not to conceive of them musically and emotionally.

When the truth is that there would be no great Western music, and certainly no decent choral repertoire, without the Catholic faith.

The (extremely lavish set) was created by a transparency, a fine gauze, finely painted. According to the theatre accounts, it cost 241 ducats, 91 ducats more than Rossini was paid for the music.

Wagner thought Rossini unserious; Rossini thought Wagner 'lacked sun'. Wagner also became the butt of a phrase Rossini had used down the years to describe musicians about whom he had certain reservations - "He has some beautiful moments but some bad quarters of an hour!