I love the song 'I Hope You Dance' by Lee Ann Womack. I was going to write that song, but someone beat me to it.
I need that aggressive attitude to play my music and more men have that attitude than women.
I wish the music business was a much easier thing, but you know what? Nothing easy is worth anything. So it is what it is. There comes a time when things can work out and everybody can be happy. And...
When people hear good music it makes them homesick for something they never had and never will have.
Jazz is the only music in which the same note can be played night after night but differently each time.
I've told you before: punk is only hibernating, not dead!
Jane reminds us that God is in his heaven, the monarch on his throne and the pelvis firmly beneath the ribcage. Apparently rock and roll liberated the pelvis and it hasn't been the same since.
Surround yourself with music. Just be sure to turn the radio on.
His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd - pleaser: Sinatra's 'My Kind of Town.'
The only thing that ever came close to tugging my heart strings is music. I know this because that is the only time I've felt them move.
And my experience in the music scene had shown me that there were places for places in the world where misfits were welcome.
O friends, no more these sounds! Let us sing more cheerful songs, more full of joy!
Who was it had said when you fall in love all the popular songs suddenly seemed to mean something.
The music video will die when we all go blind, and music will never die, because even when you can't hear it, you can feel it.
Music heals miserable heart.
The air was warm and heavy as sprinkles began to fall from the clouds high above. The Triton glided through the waters and the whoosh of the ship combined with the steady beat of the rain to make a...
It was like being at an Arabian hoedown with a band of psychedelic hillbillies {p. 171}.
The new kind of music seems to create not from the heart but from the head. Its composers think rather than feel. They have not the capacity to make their works exalt - they meditate, protest,...
Ah, that shows you the power of music, that magician of magician, who lifts his wand and says his mysterious word and all things real pass away and the phantoms of your mind walk before you clothed in...
A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance of unsuspecting musicians.
Hello there, the angel from my nightmare. The shadow in the background of the morgue. The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley. We could live like Jack and Sally if we want.
Music made me kinder. Music made me a lover.
In his autobiography, Stravinsky relates that the first music he remembers was made by a peasant, working his hand in his armpit to produce a rhythmic farting.
I could crawl inside the lyrics and know each note intimately. They would claw at my soul, until I could no longer fight the emotions that took me to a place I couldn't experience. But, it was the...
It's harder to make the glass than break the glass.
Renee used to say real life was a bad country song, except bad country songs were believable and real life isn't.
Like books before them, each of these songs, I know, could in the end prove to be the thing I need: a way out. A place to go.
Trey was singing softly to an old Belle and Sebastian song.
This song is for the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony, and it's called, 'We hate you, please die.'
I visualized myself at Norma's house, stretched out on her couch, my eyes closed, and she at the piano playing a powerful movement from some Symphony in D major by Beethoven, by Brahms, by Sibelius,...
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