#rock

We imagined ourselves as the Sons of Liberty with a mission to preserve, protect, and project the revolutionary spirit of rock and roll. We feared that the music which had given us sustenance was in danger of spiritual starvation. We feared it losing its sense of purpose, we feared it falling into fattened hands, we feared it floundering in a mire of spectacle, finance, and vapid technical complexity. ↗

— Patti Smith

#rock-and-roll #imagination

a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages. ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#dragons

Give the People what they want - and they'll get what they deserve. ↗

— The Kinks

#irony #life-lessons #popular-culture #rock-music #wit

Love is mysterious and rad, like Steve Perry from Journey ↗

— Diablo Cody

#humor #love #humor

Not a single person has died of boredom reading this book. ↗

— Nicole Fende

#profit #rock-star #small-business #business

And a ride in a hearse tells us we’re all close to that final cruise . . . when the body dies and we move on. It’s just the body, man. It’s just the body. The soul’s already gone. So don’t be afraid of a dead body absent a soul. It’s empty, man. No resident. What you need to worry about is a living body that’s lost its soul. Now that is scary, man.” - Funk N. Wagnalls, owner of the Grim Reapers auto lot, a character in Professor Brown Shoes Teaches the Blues. ↗

— David Mutti Clark

#death-and-dying #grateful-dead #griot #hearse #music

If I've got a Dad, and his name is Wormwood Rot, and he's in some heavy metal rock band called Grave Dirt . . . then I'm definitely meeting him! She stares at me awkwardly, and I'm about to ask again—maybe even insist—when she says, "Honey, why do you think he's on the news? Wormwood, I mean . . . your father? Becca, he's . . . dead. ↗

— Rusty Fischer

#ghouls #heavy-metal #rock-and-roll #romance #romance-novel

I organized Sweet Honey In The Rock in 1973. The music was sanity and balance. ↗

— Bernice Johnson Reagon

#honey #i #music #organized #rock

We feared that the music which had given us sustenance was in danger of spiritual starvation. We feared it losing its sense of purpose, we feared it falling into fattened hands, we feared it floundering in a mire of spectacle, finance, and vapid technical complexity. We would call forth in our minds the image of Paul Revere, riding through the American night, petitioning the people to wake up, to take up arms. We too would take up arms, the arms of our generation, the electric guitar and the microphone. ↗

— Patti Smith

#music

Let us roam then, you and I, When the evening is splayed out across the sky [...] Paths that follow like a nagging accusation Of a minor violation To lead you to the ultimate reproof ... Oh, do not say, 'Bad kitty!' Let us go and prowl the city. In the rooms the cats run to and fro Auditioning for a Broadway show." (From The Love Song of J. Morris Housecat) ↗

— Henry N. Beard

#humor #prufrock #t-s-eliot #love