I had never before thought of how awful the relationship must be between the musician and his instrument. He has to fill it, this instrument, with the breath of life, his own. He has to...

While I was there, the song reminded me of here. But now that I’m here, the song reminds me of there. But that’s neither here nor there.

The Sweater Song.” Cats find that song very cleansing.

Her name was Melody, and she was like a song. A song on mute—because she was mute. Music to my heart.

You may right now be nursing a broken heart. Friends will say, “Aren’t you glad you had the experience anyway?” And you may say “No.” Eventually, unbelievably, you may not remember the boy that triggered...

We may be finished with the past but the past is not finished with us.

Well, I sort of don’t trust anybody who doesn’t like Led Zeppelin.

indifference” – it is a glorious upsetting of the balance, a turning in which the light rises and the shadows fall, in which the Yes rings louder than the ever-present

‎”The less random stuff you hear about, the more room in your ears for music, that’s what I always say” -Paisley

Every time when you think,Think about every first 20 seconds of your best Moments in your life time.

You can turn off the sun, but im still ganna shine!

Bring a song with you into the darkness.

I was about 12 years old and I was sitting watching the television and it was some kind of talent show, you know, and on marches this monkey, this ape, in a pair of red-checked...

A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. You’ve got to kick off with a corker, to hold the attention (I started with ‘Got To Get You Off My Mind’, but then...

Hold on to your friends.Resist – or move onBe mad, be rashSmoke and explodeSell all of your clothesJust bear in mind:There just might come a timeWhen you need some friends

Music lifted our spirit.

And I understood why he didn’t need friends or to be accepted at our shitty racist high school, because he had his music, and that was so much better than anything we had to offer.

Many roads to take some to joy some to heart ache

Music is the strongest form of magic.

Distance sometimes lets you know who is worth keeping, and who is worth letting go.

We are stardustBillion-year old carbonAnd we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden

Words suck. I mean, every thing has been said. I can’t remember the last real interesting conversation I’ve had in a long time. Words aren’t as important as the energy derived from music, especially live.

if the main reason we listen to music in the first place is to hear passion expressed- as i’ve believed all my life-then what good is this music going to prove to be? what does...

A gentleman is someone who knows how to play the banjo and doesn’t.

I think imagination is at the heart of everything we do. Scientific discoveries couldn’t have happened without imagination. Art, music, and literature couldn’t exist without imagination. And so anything that strengthens imagination, and reading certainly...

You kind of attribute this magic to music and as you meet the people you realize that they don’t contain the magic. They just channel it a little bit sometimes, but they never possess it....

I asked myself one day, ‘Would it be humane of me to completely destroy my mind and soul for the music?’ I knew immediately that the answer was no, so I knew I had to.

Music is more powerful than reason in the soul. That is also why Plato made music the very first step in his long educational curriculum: good music was to create the harmony of soul that...

If I could be who you wanted, all the time

The truth is, going against the internal stream of ignorance is way more rebellious than trying to start some sort of cultural revolution.

Music is very personal. It means different things to different people. To you it means belonging. To me it means knowing I exist.

The tuba is certainly the most intestinal of instruments, the very lower bowel of music.

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

As an artist suffering from insomnia and working from my apartment, I had an artistic freedom to explore and create awesome stuff. I wore a robe and slippers as my work dress code. These are...

If, while at the piano, you attempt to form little melodies, that is very well; but if they come into your mind of themselves, when you are not practising, you may be still more pleased;...

Notes and chords have become my second language and, more often than not, that vocabulary expresses what I feel when language fails me. The guitar is my conscience, too – whenever I’ve lost my way,...

No one wants to die or even plans to die, at least not when you are young and living life on top of everything, stepping on gold, running the miles with hot chicks on tow,...

We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness. We trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very...

Live your truth. Express your love. Share your enthusiasm. Take action towards your dreams. Walk your talk. Dance and sing to your music. Embrace your blessings. Make today worth remembering.

Put some muscle into it! Channel your inner Trent Reznor!

Dance is the guide of the spirit’s journey to the stairway of heaven.

because some thingssometimesaren’t ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.

I don’t really want fame and fortune; I just want to enjoy playing my music for people that enjoy hearing it.

Music straightjackets a poem and prevents it from breathing on its own, whereas it liberates a lyric. Poetry doesn’t need music; lyrics do.

that music is a total constant. That’s why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even...

I salute to you Commanderand I sneeze’Cause I have Nowan AllergyTo your policies it seemsWhere have we gone wrong America?Mr. Lincoln we can’t seemto find you anywhere out of the millionsFrom the desertsTo the mountainsOver...

There’s that thing that can happen to you when you meet somebody and you don’t consider them extraordinary at all and then they do something like play the cello or write amazing poetry or sing...

It’s not easy in this phosphorescent gloom telling waking dreams apart anyhow.

The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock’n’roll band.