Liberace was certainly master and commander of the ivories ~ he is the only pianist I can watch or listen to without suffering a case of ‘Stagefright Sympathy Sickness’.

Ajoelhou-se ao piano, acariciou as teclas, os pedais, a madeira, e abraçou-o, parecendo abraçar um homem gordo e grande para o qual os seus braços franzinos não chegavam. Homem amado, tantos anos doce, agora amargo...

We’re gonna release a studio album probably a year from now and we’ve got these recordings that we did with Coco Taylor and Johnny Johnson, who was Chuck Berry’s piano player.

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

The piano is kind of like a dance floor for our thoughts you know? A very woody foundation so that we can really focus on the poetry.

I’m the oldest in my family and do play piano.

The primary one being, like I said, I don’t like rock ‘n’ roll piano.

I just sit down at the piano and rattle it off.

I’m very fond of piano players.

When I’m lonely I stand in the corner and play my saxophone and feel sorry for myself. I would ask you to accompany me on the piano, but if I did that I wouldn’t be...

When you play, never mind who listens to you.

Jan had always been a good pianist, and now he was the finest in the world.

Music will always be there. I own a piano. I have it in my apartment. I play it every day, and I have a lot of musician friends who I play with.

Change your life experiences through the thoughts you think.Practice thinking good thoughts and your life will reflect what you are thinking.We have the blessing of choice.

The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected. The commonplace person begins to play, and shoots into the empyrean...

Life’s like the piano and the violin, it’s about how smart you could play the melodies to make a good harmony.

I would be an organ donor, but I’d much rather donate a piano.

Play always as if in the presence of a master.

But most of the time, with a contented resignation that comes normally to a man only at the end of a long and busy life, he sat before the keyboard and filled the air with...

To me, life is sad, like a piano with no pedals being played by a person with no fingers.

Everybody told me this ‘girl on the piano’ thing was never going to work.

I know what my job is: I write the songs, I sing them, I play them on the piano.

You know, I discovered something. Everyone has something… Something deep inside their hearts. For some, it might have been enmity. For others, admiration. Wishes, a craving for the spotlight, feelings that one wants to deliver,...

I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.

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;...

The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes – ah, that is where the art resides.

Finger food, is that food you eat with your fingers, or is that where you eat your fingers? I’m starving, but I also want to play the piano, so I need to know.

I was two and a half when I first climbed up and sat at a piano.

I make movies the same way other kids play tennis or go to piano lessons. I’m trying to get better at what I want to do, just like other kids are trying to get better...

There was something about her playing… a knowledge of darkness in the most extreme form.

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...

Who needs to be a Phoenix for rebirth? One simply requires themselves and an instrument to clean the slate and start over, perhaps create their own world where everything is better..

When she started to play, Steinway came down personally and rubbed his name off the piano.

As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.

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.

There’s a story here.A catastrophic silence where our thoughts and feelings collide …Where your sweetness overrides my senses and our bodies move to the same tune.The same song.The same melody.The same stroke.The same rhythm.It’s our...

I had a dream about you. You were learning to compose music like Mozart, and I was learning to listen like Beethoven. He was deaf, and you were blind to the fact that you had...

The piano ain’t got no wrong notes.

I’m not an overly skilled piano player or organ player at all, but I think I’m the right piano and organ player for the Heartbreakers. And I’ve been the right piano and organ player for...

Die Ruhe der Leidenschaften in einem song… . / La serenità delle passioni in una canzone… . / El sosiego de las pasiones en una canción… .Saludos,Fernando.Look & Discover,…Enjoy it :” Daniel Barenboim : Part...

Pianos, unlike people, sing when you give them your every growl. They know how to dive into the pit of your stomach and harmonize with your roars when you’ve split yourself open. And when they...

I used to play the piano when I was younger, and I loved Alicia Keys. I wanted to be Alicia Keys; she was such an idol to me.

I had a dream about you. You were playing the guitar like it was a piano, and I was impressed with my deafness. You played awfully, but all I could hear was I love you.

One day I will go back to my books and piano, but not yet.

On the stage Tristen bent over the piano, his fingers swift and sure, his blond hair gleaming under the spotlight. I glanced around at the audience, watching their faces, gratified that they were as captivated...

People aren’t pianos. You don’t hit a certain note and know what you’re going to get.

you can run out of garlic, you can’t really run out of music

String them together and you have a melody. You have a story. So, Saylor, what story do you want to tell?

What has keys but can’t listen to the beauty it unlocks? A piano.

Piano is like drudgery.