#pia

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

The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes ah, that is where the art resides. ↗

— Artur Schnabel

#art #better #between #handle #i

I don't think I handle the notes much differently from other pianists. But the pauses between the notes - ah, there is where the artistry lies!! ↗

— Artur Schnabel

#artistry #between #differently #handle #i

Why would Roman gods want to date Chinese Canadians? ↗

— Rick Riordan

#grandmother #heroes-of-olympus #humor #percy-jackson-and-the-olympians #son-of-neptune

Those edges and turns teach control and discipline, just like finger exercises on the piano. ↗

— Barbara Ann Scott

#discipline #edges #exercises #finger #just

All my musical foundations go back to the age of 3. My family tell me that I used to listen to the old crystal set, then go to the piano and pick out the tune that I just heard. ↗

— George Shearing

#back #crystal #family #foundations #go

When Hank Jones had his night off, I would get somebody to take my place as intermission pianist and I'd play the show with Ella, so I would get a chance to play with Ray Brown and Charlie Smith as well. ↗

— George Shearing

#chance #charlie #ella #get #had

I don't think I'm even close to fulfilling my potential. And I think also that, unlike a pianist or a flutist, an actor has an instrument that is constantly changing. ↗

— Kerry Washington

#also #changing #close #constantly #even

Over the plains of Ethiopia the sun rose as I had not seen it in seven years. A big, cool, empty sky flushed a little above a rim of dark mountains. The landscape 20,000 feet below gathered itself from the dark and showed a pale gleam of grass, a sheen of water. The red deepened and pulsed, radiating streaks of fire. There hung the sun, like a luminous spider's egg, or a white pearl, just below the rim of the mountains. Suddenly it swelled, turned red, roared over the horizon and drove up the sky like a train engine. I knew how far below in the swelling heat the birds were an orchestra in the trees about the villages of mud huts; how the long grass was straightening while dangling locks of dewdrops dwindled and dried; how the people were moving out into the fields about the business of herding and hoeing. ↗

— Doris Lessing

#ethiopia #nature #sunrise #business

Dear, sweet, beautiful girl, ↗

— Tehereh Mafi

#dystopian #love #sadness #young-adult #beauty