Best 1187 quotes in «musician quotes» category

It takes a special ear to appreciate the many sounds of good music.

It was a real party of swells.

It was the hardest boyfriend I ever had to break up with [referring to crystal methamphetamines]

I've loved many women...I'm not going to lie to you, but it never works...vanity always gets in the way.

I will wear my own band’s merch because I am a fan of the American rock band The Blink One Eighty Twos.

Marketing is so powerful that it can make even an extremely untalented musician a one-hundred-hits wonder.

Miss, I'd gladly pay you to remove your clothes.

Musicians are PHENOMENAL.

Music embodies feeling without forcing it to contend and combine with thought, as it is forced in most arts and especially in the art of words.

Music is Life that's why our hearts have beats

No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman’s voice.

Music is an ageless form of art, an intricate language that resonates with the human soul.

My kids are starting to notice I'm a little different from the other dads. "Why don't you have a straight job like everyone else?" they asked me the other day. I told them this story: In the forest, there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. Every day, the straight tree would say to the crooked tree, "Look at me...I'm tall, and I'm straight, and I'm handsome. Look at you...you're all crooked and bent over. No one wants to look at you." And they grew up in that forest together. And then one day the loggers came, and they saw the crooked tree and the straight tree, and they said, "Just cut the straight trees and leave the rest." So the loggers turned all the straight trees into lumber and toothpicks and paper. And the crooked tree is still there, growing stronger and stranger every day.

Music is a safe kind of high

Music is nectar for the soul.

Music is not my life. My life is music.

Music is what our soul sounds like when it sings.

My mascara a mess, harsh words for your princess Boy, you and your promises If your goal was to love, you scored an epic miss Now you'll just have memories

People listen to music for different reasons. Some people, -its background music— but other people need it to survive. Other people need music to get things out and maybe that’s just where I’m coming from, you know, when things weren’t easy for me, growing up. You know, music, I felt, saved my life. Pete Townshend, wherever you are, Pete, you saved my life. You know, whether he knows it or not. I wouldn’t be here. And I had absolutely nothing else besides music. And so that’s still, you know, that’s in me, and so if we’re gonna play, if we’re gonna get up and play, or write a song, you know, write about something that means something. You know, why write about, you know, 'Oh, pretty day', or, 'Pretty girl' or 'Pretty people', there’s nothing… people have different reasons for listening and playing. I need to —for me-, it’s much more.. religious!

Pašlaik nav pieprasījuma pēc smagās mūzikas. Ārzemēs - tur cilvēki treniņtērpos staigā, pārrijušies hamburgerus, pārskatījušies televīziju, visi resni un bezrūpīgi. Viņus interesē pārdzīvojums mūzikā, jo viņiem ir pārlieku laba dzīve. Pie mums cilvēkiem savu problēmu un sāpju pietiek, tāpēc viņi labāk klausās Dzeni, kurš dzied par jasmīniem. Vai deju mūziku. /Jānis Bukums/

our love like stepping on to a plane sitting down in a car walking on unknown land will either take us to where we belong or throw us into darkness

Paris Hilton came in the store occasionally and one day asked me for the song, "Bette Davis Eyes". I found it for her and she proceeded to the front to pay and as the cashier was ringing her up, she was putting on blush. I guess because there was a slew a paparazzi photographers in the parking lot waiting for her to leave the store. It was insane. What is she famous for anyway? I didn't get it then and I still don't get it now. I guess it doesn't matter what I think, I'm just a broke bum living in his van and she's a bazillionaire that people want to take a picture of, I guess she wins!

She closed her eyes and began to weave a song. She abandoned the familiar melodies she’d played so many times before and went in search of something new, no longer wanting a song fed on pain or guilt. She needed one that could replace those wounds with strength, with resolve, with confidence. She needed a song that could not only assuage, but heal and build anew. The notes stumbled around the room, tripping over beds and empty stools and hollow men sleeping. They warbled and fell, haphazard, chaotic, settling without flight. Fin’s forehead creased and she persisted. She let her fingers wander, reached out with her mind. She chased the fleeting song she’d glimpsed once before. In Madeira she’d felt a hint of it: something wild, untameable, a thing sprung whole and flawless from the instant of creation.

Self-harm is an addiction and it's serious whether it's 5 cuts or 100. I myself have dealt with self-harm. I was young and alone and got beat up on all the time, and I cut to ease the pain. I realized I wasn't the only one I hurt when I cut. I found out to wait it out that it gets better. I wrote music instead of going to the blade. I found out that my little brother Mike looked up to me and I wanted to change for him. So to the fans that cut or use anything to do with self-harm, promise me tonight that you will throw away all the blades and go to what you love instead of the blade. I believe you can do it. I will be here if you feel like giving in. I love you guys so so much.

She chased the song like a hound fast upon a scent. She pursued it through a forest primeval: a dark land planted with musical staves and rests and grown thick with briars of annotation. On she went and on still until she caught sight of the song ahead of her, fleeting and sly. “I see it,” she said aloud, though she didn’t mean to.

Quiet birds rob the universe of beautiful symphonies.

Sa buhay na ito tayo'y manatiling huminga ng malalim.

The man held himself still and turned his milk-flooded eyes on her. Fin felt something like vertigo and knew that, though blind, he was seeing. He wasn’t looking at her or past her. He was looking into her. And what he saw, he judged. “Is very good.

That is sacrilegious. You just totally dissed man code. If we don’t have man code, the world will fall apart." Kip Paxton

Singer-Songwriters are a gift to the world. They create music that speaks to our hearts, our souls, our whole being. Creative geniuses is what they are.

Sometimes life gets weird. Hang in there, it gets better.

Sometimes your music sounds like there’s too much inside you. Maybe even you couldn’t get it all out. Maybe that’s why you died. Like you exploded from the inside.

Steve Perry versus Arnel Pineda. At his confused expression, I explain, "The guy on YouTube who gained a following for covering Journey songs...then eventually became the new lead singer for the band?

Stopping Trump has nothing to do with having a left-leaning political bias — it has to do with having a bias for truth and human decency.

That Raymond was something," Nestor said. "Very talented." "Perhaps not the best pianist." Bocha grimaced apologetically, as if compelled to put that evaluation on the record. "He used to tell me he was basically faking it on the piano," Pescatore said. "He said he played just well enough to get into trouble.

The greatest artists express their inner self; an artist paints her rage; a writer pens his fear; a dancer expresses her sadness through movement; and a musician's loneliness echoes in his performance.

There are 2 kinds of artists, essentially: those who want to make something popular, and those who want to make something dignified. But then there is still that rare hybrid case, and perhaps by that unintentional stroke of genius, in which one's work uncontrollably becomes both popular and dignified yet beyond its time.

The musician is perhaps the most modest of animals, but he is also the proudest. It is he who invented the sublime art of bringing life to poetry.

The music that enters your soul is greater than the melody that enters your ears.

There’s secrets hiding inside this six-string just waitin’ for somebody to find ‘em and turn ‘em into music.

There is something special missing in this world. That something special is in you. Do your own thing. Master it & perfect it. Don’t throw away something you have for something other people have. You might be throwing away something bigger than what they have.

There is still a future with music, because people still want music.

The whirligig featured a drummer, a trumpet player, a clarinetist, and a man with a trombone. It was a leap beyond the spouting whale, with more figures, a six-bladed propeller, and a much more complex system of rods and pivots that made the instruments dip and rise as if the musicians were marching.

The saxophone is the cocaine of the woodwind family, the sax teacher continues. Saxophonists are admired because they are dangerous, because they have explored a darker, more sinister side of themselves.

The saxophone does not speak that language. The saxophone speaks the language of the underground, the jaded melancholy of the half-light—grimy and sexy and sweaty and hard. It is the language of orphans and bastards and whores.

The world accommodates you for fitting in, but only rewards you for standing out.

Things evolve into other things. Emotions do the same. Forever. Your best ally in all of these shifting seas is your faith in the fact that you are exactly where you are supposed to be. Stay put. Stay soft. Stay gentle and kind. Listen to your instincts. Meditate. Pray. Laugh as much as humanly possible. Pain is ok too. Say thank you for all of it. Feel proud that you have spent most of your life's energy on cultivating a strong connection to your own soul and the will of your heart. It is leading you somewhere deeply satisfying, but never perfect.

They all believed in him because of the authenticity of his musical talent and his faith in it.

To be ordinary, be normal; to be original, be different; to be valuable, be unique; to be priceless, be yourself.

This world can be quite wonderful once you let yourself be a part of it. It’s on your side, you know?