Confidence don’t mean jack shit in the real world, sis,” she once said. I feel myself finding the courage to trust those words more and more with every twist of the knife. Coincidentally, last Tuesday...

They call it music, but it’s just this side of magic.

People should be heard, and music should be listened to.

The depth of true love is endless

Life is not breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away.

post-that.”

Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.

What a thing it is to have music that plays your terrible thoughts. I imagined that one piece could drive more delicate women than myself to insanity.

Waiting to be discovered, hoping to be seen, wishing someone else would do the work, wanting to make it big while dreaming of being rich and famous just like your heroes is submissive, passive, foolish,...

A person who…does not regard music as a marvelous creation of God, must be a clodhopper indeed and does not deserve to be called a human being; he should be permitted to hear nothing but...

I tried to look at writing a song almost like solving a mystery. The song was there, buried somewhere in my brain. All I had to do was follow the clues until I figured it...

Musicians are artists, as silence is their canvas.

There is music you never hear unless you play it yourself.

Somebody just gave me a shower radio. Thanks a lot. Do you really want music in the shower? I guess there’s no better place to dance than a slick surface next to a glass door.

It begins in the heart…and it hurts when it’s true.It only hurts because it’s true.

With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.

Man, if you have to ask what it [jazz] is, you’ll never know.

Insieme Siamo Invincibili

You can go a hundred miles a second Don’t have to drive no lousy cab Got everything you want and more man And the King picks up the tab You walk around on streets of...

Dying is the fastest route to fame for an aspiring rock star. The dead man’s melodies become profound, acquiring deep mystery and rising into a realm beyond the reach of human criticism. In the stopping...

And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita . . .” What other immortality will anyone share?

With a feeling of despondency so intense that it was almost pleasurable, he got out his guitar.So this was to be his condition now.What was he but a fragment of broken churned-uphumanity washed up on...

Music is the soul of language.

Music is everybody’s business. It’s only the publishers who think people own it

I would rather write 10,000 notes than a single letter of the alphabet.

This proves the significance of individualism; being able to face the music, to embrace it, and then create something beautiful from it. You can’t truly be happy unless you’re unhappy sometimes and the pinnacle of...

Why would you want to stand there waving a stick when you could be playing an instrument?

We await their creative interpretations of works by others and we love how they freely adapt and alter the music we like and enjoy. The wonderful magical alchemy they co-create is enough to spur the...

No wealth can ever make a bad man at peace with himself

It is tempting to look upon England as a sort of musical Australia, an island culture inhabited by, and sustaining, its own insular fauna – musical kangaroos, koalas, and platypuses. That, however, would be very much...

Southern girls are God’s gift to the entire male population. There is absolutely no woman finer than one raised below the mason-dixon line and once you go southern may the good Lord help you –...

Pochi uccelli Stephen preferiva ai succiacapre, ma non era stato il loro canto a farlo scendere dal letto. Rimase fermo, appoggiato alla ringhiera, e poco dopo Jack Aubrey, in un padiglione presso il campo di...

When we feel, a kind of lyric is sung in our heart. When we think, a kind of music is played in our mind. In harmony, both create a beautiful symphony of life.

It’s so funny being a Christian musician. It always scares me when people think so highly of Christian music, Contemporary Christian music especially. Because I kinda go, I know a lot of us, and we...

Kids on the Youtube, learning how to be cool.

In many times, after creating a piece of work I want to stand up and applaud.

Without enthusiasm nothing great can be effected in art.

The only thing–I tell you this straight from the heart–that disgusts me in Salzburg is that one can’t have any proper social intercourse with those people–and that music does not have a better reputation…For I...

Song of myselfNow I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward it. I hear bravuras of birds, bustle of growing wheat, gossip of flames,...

Led Zep played with light and shade, ear-splitting noise and echoing quiet. They could do it all.

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,...

Music Has No Religion Nor Gender” See Its a ___W___A___V____E___ and You Can Modify It !!! So What Are You Up To.. ?

When a dancer performs, melody transforms into a carriage, expressions turn into fuel and spirit experiences a journey to a magical world where every aspiration becomes a conquest.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic…never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

One day that song stopped being on the outside of me and went deep inside. It was there all the time, especially when I was feeling particularly lonely.

I will never let you fallI’ll stand up with you foreverI’ll be there for you through it allEven if saving you sends me to heaven

You stuttered like a kaleidoscope, because you knew too many words.

Finally Bill Mixter would lower his head, lay his bow upon the strings, and draw out the first notes of a tune, and the others would come in behind him. The music, while it lasted,...

THAT crazed girl improvising her music.Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,Her soul in division from itselfClimbing, falling She knew not where,Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declareA beautiful lofty...

All Bach’s last movements are like the running of a sewing machine. (on Bach)