#instrument

There is no earthly reason why a solo string instrument or voice, having the possibility to play or sing pure intonation, should want, or try, to be tempered. ↗

— Lara St. John

#having #instrument #intonation #play #possibility

People talk about innovations and evolutions and that kind of thing; I don't understand about that nonsense. It's like, all instruments are there to use all the time. ↗

— Gerry Mulligan

#evolutions #i #innovations #instruments #kind

I have the instruments, ideas, technology, computer techniques. We try to create or see something, which has not been known before - just to discover something together. This is always my dream. ↗

— Lennart Nilsson

#been #before #computer #create #discover

I believe in using the entire piano as a single instrument capable of expressing every possible musical idea. ↗

— Oscar Peterson

#capable #entire #every #expressing #i

Each instrument has something to say to you. It's got its own character. Each horn has its own character and will say to you certain things. If you violate that, it's almost a sacrilege! ↗

— Jerome Richardson

#certain #certain things #character #each #got

As far as other instrumentalists, I used to love mellow sax players like Paul Desmond. I love piano. ↗

— Boz Scaggs

#desmond #far #i #i love #instrumentalists

Humans were so stupid. They had something so precious, and they barely safeguarded it at all. They threw away their lives for money, for packets of powder, for a stranger's charming smile. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#mortal-instruments #mortality #money

The Chili Peppers do a lot of improvising, but it's within the framework of song structures. The Meatbats is from a purely instrumental standpoint. But when you hear the term 'instrumental music' you think it's real serious stuff and everybody's playing a million notes and it's about playing fast. That's not what we do. ↗

— Chad Smith

#chili #everybody #fast #framework #hear

Simon!" The voice was faint, but his hearing caught it over the pop and crackle of glowing flames. The smoke in the corridor had presaged heat; the heat was here now, pressing against him like an oppressive wall. "Simon!" The voice was Clary's. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense of memory of what he'd most loved during life to carry him throught the process of death. "Simon, you stupid idiot! I'm over here! At the window!" Simon jumped to his feet. he doubted his mind would conjure that up. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#simon-and-clary #death

The first morning Simon had been at Amatis's house, a grinning lycanthrope had showed up on the doorstep with a live cat for him. "Blood," he'd said, in a heavily accented voice. "For you. Fresh!" Simon had thanked the werewolf, waited from him to leave, and let the cat go, his expression faintly green. "We'll you're going to have to get your blood from somewhere," said Luke, looking amused. "I have a pet cat," Simon replied. "There's no way. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cat #mortal-instruments #simon-lewis #vampire #expression