The trouble with poetry is it’s often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works.

I vacuumed my piano, hoping to soak up the last of the concertos. I should sell musical sponges, for the lover in the kitchen in all of us.

[The Head of Radio Three] had been ensnared by the Music Director of the college and a Professor of Philosophy. These two were busy explaining to the harassed man that the phrase “too much Mozart”...

Music is a holy place, a cathedral so majestic that we can sense the magnificence of the universe.

A good country song takes a page out of someone’s life, and puts it into music.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

I’m a bluesman moving through a blues-soaked America, a blues-soaked world, a planet where catastrophe and celebration- joy and pain sit side by side. The blues started off in some field, some plantation, in some...

Every single one of them with their eyes open and on him, their mouths, too, halfway screaming, halfway begging. Offering themselves to him, because the call was irresistible despite being recognizable. They were moths who...

Thank God for books and music and things I can think about.”–Charlie Gordon

I’d like to make the argument that The Cars were the first garage band.

Cher and share alike. At least in sound. Most of the decisions I make are sound, exactly like Beethoven when he wrote and discarded his 10th symphony.

Most people have some appreciation of mathematics, just as most people can enjoy a pleasant tune; and there are probably more people really interested in mathematics than in music. Appearances suggest the contrary, but there...

Ancient philosophy was framed by prodigies,Aristotle, Plato and Socrates.And even though their thoughts were deemed the aristocratic voice,they also had a thing for little boys.Katherine the Great so it’s been said,needed large animals to be...

It was as if his song was one voice, calling out into the darkness until it was answered by another, harmonizing with its own unique voice and emotion to create something even more beautiful than...

You know what punk is? a bunch of no-talent guys who really, really want to be in a band. Nobody reads music, nobody plays the mandolin, and you’re too dumb to write songs about mythology...

Mellow is the man who knows what he’s been missing

I’d wear any of my private attire for the world to see. But I would rather have an open flesh wound than ever wear a band aid in public.

Eternity hums with every beating heart, with every up-lifted voice, with the crash of waves, the whirl of wind across the shifting dunes, the cry of sea birds, and the trumpets of heavenly angels.

Michael [Hutchence] is hands down one of the greatest frontmen in music. The style, the voice—all of it. Any way that I was ever influenced by him really comes down to small, pale imitations compared...

I live to inspire, not start the fire.

I don’t know how you hear music. I imagine that if you like music at all then it has, in your head, some kind of third dimension to it, a dimension suggesting space as well...

It’s music rage, which is like road rage, only more righteous. When you get road rage, a tiny part of you knows you’re being a jerk, but when you get music rage, you’re carrying out...

I’d love to…but only with you.

If you have to ask what jazz is you will never know.” Louis Armstrong

It’s Easy To Feel Like A Big Fish, When Your Pond is Just A Puddle!

But there was a discipline, it was just that we didn’t understand. We thought he was formless, but I think now he was tormented by order, what was outside it. He tore apart the plot...

Virgin suicideWhat was that she cried?No use in stayin’On this holocaust rideShe gave me her cherryShe’s my virgin suicide

My ambition was to live like music.

I loved the feeling of finally falling in love to someone who would love me back.

A kiss is a course of procedure cunningly devised, for the mutual stopage of speech at a moment when words are superfluous.

Music evokes emotion and emotion can bring it’s memory.

Shoot for the stars, so if you fall you land on a cloud.

You need songs that make you feel. Some make you string, some make you weak. Some build determination, some tear you apart. But you need all of those…Run through the pain.

The way I played music there was the way I wanted to farm, chop wood, cook, make love, raise children. Everything. A lo of it had to do with things I felt while I played....

What we believe as human nature in actuality is human habit.

[S]he leans into this guy and rocks her head like I’m making this music for her, when if I could, I would take it all away and give her as much silence as she’s given...

I am more than what they say I am.

Love songs are nothing without exaggeration.

Music has become more pervasive and portable than ever. But it feels less previous in the bargain. I don’t want to confuse artistic and commercial value, but it’s just a fact that some kid who...

True perfection has to be imperfect. I know that sounds foolish, but it’s true.

Shall I tell you what rock and roll is, Johnno, from someone who doesn’t perform, but observes? It’s restless and rude. It’s defiant and daring. It’s a fist shaken at age. It’s a voice that...

You know, people can’t fall in love with me just because I’m good at what I do.

If you’re not creating, you’re disintegrating.

…sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same…

So no one told your life wasGonna be this wayYour job’s a jokey brokeYour love life’s D.O.A.It’s like you’re always stuckIn second gearWhen it hasn’t been your dayYour week, your monthOr even your year but,I’ll...

This ain’t the heartbreak hotel even though I know it well.Those no shows should you tell in the way you hold yourself.Don’t you fret should you get another cancellation, give me a chance and I’ll...

I relinquished myself to existence pure and simple, thinking absolutely nothing—as if my mind were merely an echo chamber for the music, as if it contained only ether or at most a vaguely pleasant odor...

Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could...

Maybe you’ll change Abandon all your wicked waysMake amends and start anew againMaybe you’ll seeAll the wrongs you did to meAnd start all over, start all over again.Who am i kidding?Now, lets not get overzealous...

Music fills the infinite between two souls