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-"Great! Fucking! News! What would be the best thing that could ever happen?” -“If after I died, I was reincarnated as Meg White?” -“Okay, the second-best thing. ↗

— Robin Benway

#music #reincarnation #the-white-stripes #tws #music

Are people born wicked, or is wickedness trust upon them? ↗

— Stephen Schwartz

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He suddenly began to look wretched, much as I had seen him look as a schoolboy: lonely: awkward: unpopular: odd; no longer the self-confident businessman into which he had grown. His face now brought back the days when one used to watch him plodding off through the drizzle to undertake the long, solitary runs across the dismal fields beyond the sewage farms: runs which were to train him for teams in which he was never included. ↗

— Anthony Powell

#socially-inept #unpopularity #music

Wenn jemand sagt, das sei Krach, was ich höre, ist mir das egal, Hauptsache, es funktioniert, Hauptsache, es hat die Kraft eines Vulkanausbruchs, Hauptsache, es gibt mir das Gefühl, unbesiegbar und unsterblich zu sein, jung, schön und stark. Henry Miller hat einmal gesagt, Musik sei der Dosenöffner der Seele, ich bin mir sicher, er würde da meine Lieblingsbands nicht ausschließen, wenn er noch leben würde. Es gibt ein paar Songs, die begleiten mich seit Jahren, und ich betrachte sie als meine Freunde, ich werde nie überdrüssig, diese Handvoll Songs zu hören, (...). Ich habe jeden einzelnen Ton im Kopf, das ist etwas, das mir niemand nehmen kann, dieser Song ist mir heilig, er ist ein Teil von mir, und wenn ich mich mies fühle, ziehe ich Songs wirklichen Freunden vor, weil sie sich nicht verändern, es scheint mir dann, als ob sie das einzige wären, auf das ich mich verlassen kann. Musik. Musik und Bücher. Aber das passiert mir zum Glück nicht allzuoft, dass ich jegliches Vertrauen in die Menschheit verliere. ↗

— Selim Özdogan

#songs #music

Maybe the reason why all the doors are closed so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road. ↗

— Katy Perry

#katy-perry #music #song #music

First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep. ↗

— Pete Wentz

#music #records #music

Bram knocked, and Chas opened the door, her music growing louder. She had strips of tinfoil in her hair and a cigarette dangling from her lips–which she immediately hid behind her back when she saw Bram.   "Hiiii!"   Both of Bram's brows flitted upward. "Hi." He looked at the foil. "I'm not even gonna ask."   "Martians are trying to control my thoughts, stupid." She noticed me then and smiled. "Hi, Nora! Ooh…" Her eyes fell to the weapon. "Shiny."   "Nora needs some more appropriate clothes if she's to use the shiny," Bram said.   Chas clapped her hands together. "Makeover!"   Oh, God no.… ↗

— Lia Habel

#chas #chp #music

I was no longer able to hear the music that issues from a decent piece of prose. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#music #music

I remember once I asked Wayne for the time," Miller told Mercer. "He started talking to me about the cosmos and how time is relative." Miller and [Wayne] Shorter were waiting somewhere -- an airport, a train station, a hotel. The band's keyboardist, Joe Zawinul, who took charge of such matters as what the road crew was supposed to do and when, set Miller straight. "You don't ask Wayne shit like that," he snapped. "It's 7:06 p.m." [p.1] ↗

— Ben Ratliff

#jazz-interviews #musicians-opinions #music

As music becomes less of a thing--a cylinder, a cassette, a disc--and more ephemeral, perhaps we will begin to assign an increasing value to live performances again. ↗

— David Byrne

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