#band

It's cool when your husband starts to sing some old Merle Haggard song and I can pop in with a harmony and it doesn't sound too bad. ↗

— Trisha Yearwood

#cool #haggard #harmony #husband #i

I wouldn't know any newer bands. We're past the pimple stage. ↗

— Angus Young

#bands #i #know #newer #past

Everyone has to find their own way, it's just that I don't want to go that way myself. If a band likes being on a major and feels happy there, good luck to them. ↗

— Malcolm Wilson

#being #everyone #feels #find #go

I really thought I was on the way out. My husband Blake saved my life. Often I don't know what I do, then the next day the memory returns. And then I am engulfed in shame. ↗

— Amy Winehouse

#blake #day #engulfed #husband #i

Mick says, Would you join the band? I say to him, Mick, you know I'd be there in a New York minute. ↗

— Ron Wood

#him #i #join #know #mick

I was never able to get through Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. I've never been able to make it through. And I love the Smashing Pumpkins, they're one of my favorite bands ever, but I've never been able to listen to the whole thing all the way through. ↗

— John Wozniak

#bands #been #ever #favorite #get

We were kids without fathers, so we found our fathers on wax and on the streets and in history, and in a way, that was a gift. We got to pick and choose the ancestors who would inspire the world we were going to make for ourselves. ↗

— Jay-Z

#ancestry #art #fathers #inspiration #art

In a way, my past gives me a little credibility. Not that anybody cares what I did nineteen years ago, but I did have a career, and a legitimate one, before I met my husband. ↗

— Pia Zadora

#anybody #before #career #cares #credibility

I think I'm drowning Asphyxiated I wanna break this spell That you've created You're something beautiful A contradiction I wanna play the game I want the friction You will be the death of me You will be the death of me ↗

— Muse

#time-is-running-out #beauty

A month ago, Gavin had given his employer four weeks' notice. "I'll get a job around here," he'd told her. "Something low-stress, part-time, maybe. We're not paying rent, and Dad's left us plenty. You should quit, too." A year earlier this news would have filled her with delicious, full fat, chocolate-coated joy. But now, after a grueling routine of shitty work, shitty- weird home life in a house where the shadow of a dead boy walked more solidly than the grownups, shitty headaches, shitty worry about a husband who couldn't keep his dick out of other women, the golden offer just weirded Laine out. She didn't trust it. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#distancing-self #distrust #haunted #husband #jaded