#ill

Music lets you write your own checks. Don't ever forget that. ↗

— Jason Jack Miller

#appalachian-fiction #deal-with-the-devil #jason-jack-miller #murder-ballads-and-whiskey #supernatural

Illusions connected with religion are generally most difficult to remove. ↗

— John Meade Falkner

#religion #religion

Then the voices of the Ainur, like unto harps and lutes, and pipes and trumpets, and viols and organs, and like unto countless choirs singing with words, began to fashipn the theme of Iluvatar to a great music; and a sound arose of endless interchanging melodies woven in harmony that passed beyond hearing into the depths and into the heights, and the places of the dwelling of Iluvatar were filled to overflowing, and the music and the echo of the music went out into the Void, and it was not void. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#music

Popular music is a microcosm of the culture, Eliza. It reflects the mentality of the population. ↗

— Tiffanie DeBartolo

#tiffanie-debartolo #music

I can't describe the feeling when I go down – it's down down down and there's never going to be an up again. And whatever was good isn't good any more; white becomes grey, music becomes dictionaries, honey becomes beer and the sky a curdled lemon. There's no caramel anymore. ↗

— John Marsden

#music

That's the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight ↗

— Tiffanie DeBartolo

#tiffanie-debartolo #music

Early Summer, loveliest season, The world is being colored in. While daylight lasts on the horizon, Sudden, throaty blackbirds sing. The dusty-colored cuckoo cuckoos. "Welcome, summer" is what he says. Winter's unimaginable. The wood's a wickerwork of boughs. Summer means the river's shallow, Thirsty horses nose the pools. Long heather spreads out on bog pillows. White bog cotton droops in bloom. Swallows swerve and flicker up. Music starts behind the mountain. There's moss and a lush growth underfoot. Spongy marshland glugs and stutters. Bog banks shine like ravens' wings. The cuckoo keeps on calling welcome. The speckled fish jumps; and the strong Swift warrior is up and running. A little, jumpy, chirpy fellow Hits the highest note there is; The lark sings out his clear tidings. Summer, shimmer, perfect days. ↗

— Marie Heaney

#fionn-mac-cumhaill #folklore #ireland #poetry #summer

Every band is allowed to do things how they want - including getting on stage in pink pasiley suits and doing TIP TOE THROUGH THE TULIPS. ↗

— J.E. Haldeman

#silly-quotes #music

but the reason why the grave-digger made music must have been because there was none in his spade ↗

— Herman Melville

#herman-melville #moby-dick #spade #music

Every song has a CODA, a final movement. Whether it fades out or crashes away, every song ends. Is that any reason not to enjoy the music? The truth is, there is nothing to be afraid of. It's just life. ↗

— Ellie

#music