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My air guitar just arrived by airmail! ↗

— Stuart Blythe

#guitar #humor #humourur #music #music

My mind is killing me” — The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#lyrics-of-the-heart #music #my-mind #stuck-in-my-mind #sylvia-plath

I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most ↗

— Kanye West

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Life goes on, brah! ↗

— The Beatles

#music #the-beatles #timeless #wise-words #music

Elvis Presley once said that I don’t know anything about the music. It is because he is the music itself! The nightingales don’t know anything about the music! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

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With the new technology that keeps entering the media, film composers are constantly being placed in new learning situations. Acknowledging this and realizing that one must keep up, I maintain, nonetheless, that the real creative power is in the mind and heart of the composer. ↗

— Henry Mancini

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There were no ideas in music, only touch and instinct and sometimes grace—the mechanical tools—and that among those who were given the tools, only a few, a scant few, would be able to tell you something true. ↗

— Will Boast

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I'd rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but i know you'll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird..... Mockingbirds don't do one thing to but make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat up people's garden, don't nest in corncribs,they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird. ↗

— Harper Lee

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There is language going on out there- the language of the wild. Roars, snorts, trumpets, squeals, whoops, and chirps all have meaning derived over eons of expression... We have yet to become fluent in the language -and music- of the wild. ↗

— Boyd Norton

#animals #language #wilderness #music

Indeed, very few people are aware that in each of our fingers, located somewhere between the first phalange, the mesophalange, and the metaphalange, there is a tiny brain. The fact is that the other organ which we call the brain, the one with which we came into the world, the one which we transport around in our head and which transports us so that we can transport it, has only ever had very general, vague, diffuse and, above all, unimaginative ideas about what the hands and fingers should do. For example, if the brain-in-our-head suddenly gets an idea for a painting, a sculpture, a piece of music or literature, or a clay figurine, it simply sends a signal to that effect and then waits to see what will happen ↗

— José Saramago

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