Music is a world within itself, with a language we all understand.

Freedom’s just a word todayFreedom’s just a wordWhen someone takes your word awayIt’s seldom ever heardSo take a sentence full of things you’re not supposed to sayCarry on, but don’t write them down or you’ll...

I’ll probably paint on this piano after I compose, for that will inspire me to make more awesome works.

When you play, never mind who listens to you.

Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good melodist to a fine racer, and counterpointists to hack post-horses; therefore be advised, let well alone and remember the old Italian proverb: Chi sa più,...

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.

I believe that life is all about perception and timing. That good things come to those who act and that life’s about more than collecting a paycheck. I believe that the only person you’re destined...

When hip-hop was born she had no commercial home, and was an invention of beautiful creativity. Born from a beautiful struggle, today she is mostly a ‘ratchet’ bitch spitting nonsense from her pimp’s mansion.

The Element of Surprise is their in every day,It’s when you wake up.

Music does not need language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.

And then the lights went low, and our song began.The song I’d been working on since I’d arrived on the island. The one that morphed into something else entirely, something I never intended it to...

As long as the focus is on God the style of the music is irrelevant.

As one old gentleman put it, ” Son, I don’t care if you’re stark nekkid and wear a bone in your nose. If you kin fiddle, you’re all right with me. It’s the music we...

Music is the beat of a drum that keeps time with our emotions.

As a songwriter, I’m gathering clues and possibilities all the time, whether I see a piano that day or not. I’ve tried to explain to people how I collect these dispatches, because I think anybody...

A musician’s or artist’s responsibility is a simple one, and that is, through your music to tell the truth,

There are only two things: love, all sorts of love, with pretty girls, and the music of New Orleans or Duke Ellington. Everything else ought to go, because everything else is ugly.

Gloria watched the swollen white orb of a hot-air balloon rising over Navy Pier and knew she had to break it off with Oliver, for he was the type who would never enjoy hot-air balloons,...

At times, I get to look music in the face and I can’t help to either cry or blush a little every time I do.

Her silent singing wrapped around the story she was telling herself, which she extended further every night on the deck. (Averill often told herself stories– the activity seemed to her as unavoidable as dreaming.) Her...

Mi prende per mano e mi solleva, in alto, lontano da tutto questo, lontano dal ricordo, dalle fiamme, dalle paure. Le nostre anime s’incontrano in un luogo che non esiste, non per gli altri, almeno....

Words are music to the ears, alone or together, with or without melody.

Love songs or poetry?Ambrose: Love songs–you get the best of both, poetry set to music.And you can’t dance to poetry.

The Only Way Out Is To DIE!!!!

Your voice has haunted every inch of my soul since the last time I heard it…my world had been so dark, void of sound and then I heard you sing again—and it exploded. Everything came...

He was able to sit in silence for long stretches without feeling a need to make small talk.

That’s the thing about jazz: it’s free flowing, it comes from your soul.

Ah, the magic of music, with it, all things are possible.

He had a theory that musicians are incredibly complex, and know far less than other artists what they want and what they are; that they puzzle themselves as well as their friends; that their psychology...

I’ve just come to my room, Livy darling, I guess this was the memorable night of my life. By George, I never was so stirred since I was born. I heard four speeches which I...

If we are in a general way permitted to regard human activity in the realm of the beautiful as a liberation of the soul, as a release from constraint and restriction, in short to consider...

It’s asking for trouble to listen to music alone.

Music without soul is a sound but sound with a soul is music

Where words leave off, music begins.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on...

Truth is the ultimate power. When the truth comes around, all the lies have to run and hide.

Jaxton met his gaze for just a second, then scowled and turned away.The recognition in that look was painful; years of recollections and long forgottenemotions buzzed through his brain. Ashamed of the flare of attraction...

A guitar is not a baseball bat, despite me being known as the Babe Ruth of music. And if some have called me the Beethoven of coffee, I haven’t heard it because I’m deaf to...

It was during my enchanted days of travel that the idea came to me, which, through the years, has come into my thoughts again and again and always happily—the idea that geology is the music...

Family, friends, music, love…are sweeteners that garnish and eases the stress of life

Music does propagate myths and people have tried to make that myth more than it was.

Sometimes before it gets betterthe darkness gets bigger. The person that you’d take a bullet foris behind the trigger.

The outer bands of the tropical storm didn’t play as good of music as the inner bands near the eye did.

A digital sound sample in angry rap doesn’t correspond to the graffiti but the wall.

The song stands for a sense of joy in existence, a joy that is free of any good or bad choices.

There is no good singing, there is only present and absent.

There are no words and there is no singing, but the music has a voice. It is an old voice and a deep voice, like the stump of a sweet cigar or a shoe with...

Jazz will endure as long as people hear it through their feet instead of their brains

Shining like a work of artHanging on a wall of starsAre you what I think you are?You’re my satelliteYou’re riding with me tonightPassenger side, lighting the skyAlways the first star that I findYou’re my satelliteElevator...

A middle finger is more New York than a corporate ambush. I bleed for my hometown, and I’d die for my fans.