#records

I was tempted my junior year to go out of college and forgo my eligibility. I had broken several world records. I did have a lot of people telling me that I should go pro. ↗

— Natalie Coughlin

#college #did #forgo #go #had

That is what the title of artist means: one who perceives more than his fellows, and who records more than he has seen. ↗

— Edward Gordon Craig

#fellows #his #means #more #perceives

We usually break our records every Monday, so we'll see what turns up tonight after midnight. Next month it'll probably be higher, which is always weird. ↗

— Drew Curtis

#always #break #every #higher #midnight

Consider this: I can go to Antarctica and get cash from an ATM without a glitch, but should I fall ill during my travels, a hospital there could not access my medical records or know what medications I am on. ↗

— Nathan Deal

#am #antarctica #atm #cash #consider

If I never sang on a record again I can still look at my walls. They are covered floor to ceiling with gold and platinum records from all over the world. ↗

— Don Dokken

#ceiling #covered #floor #gold #i

We made records to document ourselves, not to sell a lot of records. I still feel that way. I put out a record because I think it's beautiful, not necessarily commercial. ↗

— Stan Getz

#because #commercial #document #feel #i

You can read all the textbooks and listen to all the records, but you have to play with musicians that are better than you. ↗

— Stan Getz

#listen #musicians #play #read #records

Overall, we had about 50 meetings where the brothers would say that I couldn't do any solo records, I couldn't write for other people, I couldn't do this and I couldn't do that. These guys were trying to nail my feet to the ground. ↗

— Sammy Hagar

#any #brothers #feet #ground #guys

People out there maybe know who Junior Parker is and some of those Sun Records blues guys. ↗

— Brian Setzer

#guys #junior #know #maybe #out

Shimamoto was in charge of the records. She'd take one from its jacket, place it carefully on the turntable without touching the grooves with her fingers, and, after making sure to brush the cartridge free of any dust with a tiny brush, lower the needle ever so gently onto the record. When the record was finished, she'd spray it and wipe it with a felt cloth. Finally she'd return the record to its jacket and its proper place on the shelf. Her father had taught her this procedure, and she followed his instructions with a terribly serious look on her face, her eyes narrowed, her breath held in check. Meanwhile, I was on the sofa, watching her every move. Only when the record was safely back on the shelf did she turn to me and give a little smile. And every time, this thought hit me: It wasn't a record she was handling. It was a fragile soul inside a glass bottle. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#imagery #music #records #beauty