#music

The Little Drummer Boy" was playing in the background for what seemed like the third time in a row. I fought off an urge to beat that Little Drummer Boy seneless with his own drumsticks. ↗

— Dana Reinhardt

#humor #music #music

You know, just because you think bubblegum pop on the radio represents all that is wrong with society, that doesn’t mean there’s not someone out there who needs that shitty pop song. Maybe that shitty pop song makes them feel good, about themselves and the world. And as long as that shitty pop song doesn’t infringe upon your rights to rock out to, I don’t know, Subway Sect, or Siouxsie and the Banshees, or whichever old-ass band it is you worship, then who cares? ↗

— Hannah Harrington

#music #power-of-music #music

She’s whimpering…moaning…gasping my name. Music to my frigging ears. ↗

— Emma Chase

#tangled #music

He lived in a dreamer's world of ivory keys and messy shirts, unconcerned with the people around him. ↗

— Claire Legrand

#keys #music #piano #music

Kucheza muziki si lazima utingishe mwili kama mwendawazimu. Unaweza kucheza kwa hisia. ↗

— Enock Maregesi

#feeling #music #psychosis #music

Music is a second language to my heart. ↗

— Mara Arps

#heart #music #power-of-music #music

Rock Music? No way, dude. Rock rules, and always will. ↗

— Meg Cabot

#music

I own a crevice stuffed with moss and a couch of lemming fur; I sit and listen to the music of water dripping on a distant stone. Or I sing to myself of stealth and loneliness No one comes to see me but I hear outside the scratching of claws, the warm, inquisitive breath … (from 'The Hermitage') ↗

— John Meade Haines

#wilderness #music

Contrary to what you may have heard from Henry Rollins or/and Ian MacKaye and/or anyone else who joined a band after working in an ice cream shop, you can't really learn much about a person based on what kind of music they happen to like. As a personality test, it doesn't work even half the time. However, there is at least one thing you can learn: The most wretched people in the word are those who tell you they like every kind of music 'except country.' People who say that are boorish and pretentious at the same time. ↗

— Chuck Klosterman

#personality #music

I play until my fingers are blue and stiff from the cold, and then I keep on playing. Until I'm lost in the music. Until I am the music--notes and chords, the melody and harmony. It hurts, but it's okay because when I'm the music, I'm not me. Not sad. Not afraid. Not desperate. Not guilty. ↗

— Jennifer Donnelly

#guilt #guitars #harmony #music #sad