#guitar

I could hear and feel music going on in me, and I couldn't get it out. You can always depend on a guitar. ↗

— Don Johnson

#could #depend #feel #get #going

Every time the guys were knocked out by my guitar playing and the girls were knocked out by the type of songs I did. That set us apart from the average blues band. ↗

— George Thorogood

#average #band #blues #did #every

I had a good guitar, and I was a young, young kid. ↗

— Warren Zevon

#guitar #had #i #kid #young

Every guitar I own gets used and has its purpose. ↗

— Mark Knopfler

#gets #guitar #i #own #purpose

I even played bass for a while. Besides playing electric guitar, I'd also get asked to play some acoustic stuff. But, since I didn't have an acoustic guitar at the time, I used to borrow one from a friend so I could play folk joints. ↗

— Mark Knopfler

#acoustic guitar #also #asked #bass #besides

I'm not a collector, however, and I have no desire to own 50 or 60 guitars. ↗

— Mark Knopfler

#desire #guitars #however #i #own

There happened to be guitar classes at the college, and there was a guitar teacher there with whom I used to play. In addition, I also would go out into country schools and teach little kids basic guitar and singing a few times a week. ↗

— Mark Knopfler

#also #basic #classes #college #country

When I first got a guitar, it was a Spanish, classical thing. ↗

— Roger Waters

#first #got #guitar #i #spanish

What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture, or fatherhood until a second such face is born. Her face, at once innocent and feral, soft and wild! Her mouth voluptuous. Eyes deep as oceans, her eyes as wide as planets. I likened her to the slender Psyché and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: the dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her tiny bare feet, the coal-stained balcony bricks upon which she sat, and that dusty wrought-ironwork that framed her perch. All this and the pungent air!—almost foul, with so many odors. Ô, that and the spicy night! …Pungency, spice, filth and night, dust and light; all things dark did blossom in sight; flower and bloom, the night has its pearl too—the moon! And once a month it will make the face of this tender girl bloom. ↗

— Roman Payne

#barcelona #beautiful #beauty #cleanliness #dirt

He was like a real dad, you know. We used to sit down with guitars and mess around. ↗

— Julian Lennon

#dad #down #guitars #know #like