Music at times is
Music at times is more like perfume than mathematics. Gabriel Marcel
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Music at times is more like perfume than mathematics. Gabriel Marcel
People behind the Iron curtain have such an incredible image of America and jazz. I expected to find a Gerry Mulligan or Miles Davis on every corner…I almost expected a Shorty Rogers to deliver the milk, a Bud Shank to be the mailman. Gabor Szabo
When I was studying at Berklee, I got the feeling I couldn’t play the [guitar] at all, because I could not use my own things as they didn’t fit any set pattern. When I joined [Chico Hamilton], he helped me immensely to develop my own style. He never forced me in any set way. At … Read more
Many jazz musicians affect a misunderstood-genius air when they play, which alienates the audience and breaks down the communications of the music. A musician’s responsibility is to get as much of his art across as possible. Musicians used to be kept when only the rich could afford art, but now practically everyone can afford radios, … Read more
Inspiring music may fill the soul with heavenly thoughts, move one to righteous action, or speak peace to the soul. Ezra Taft Benson
The author’s conviction on this day of New Year is that music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance; that poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music; but this must not be taken as implying that all good music is dance music or all poetry lyric. Bach … Read more
I think the whole question of meaning in music is difficult enough even if you hear me playing live right now in the same room! What I mean and what you take from it may be two quite different things anyway. Evan Parker
I traveled and made money and I wouldn’t let anybody get between me and my music. If I belong to anything, I belong to my music. …What you were born to do, you don’t stop to think, should I? could I? would I? I only think, will I? And, I shall! Eva Jessye
It’s weird – the cab driver is playing very loud dance music and yet it doesn’t really feel like a party. Eugene Mirman
When they turned off, it was still early in the pink and green fields. The fumes of morning, sweet and bitter, sprang up where they walked. The insects ticked softly, their strength in reserve; butterflies chopped the air, going to the east, and the birds flew carelessly and sang by fits and starts, not the … Read more