#sing

There was one emotional outlet my people always had when they had the blues. That was singing. ↗

— Ethel Waters

#blues #emotional #had #outlet #people

If a weakly mortal is to do anything in the world besides eat the bread thereof, there must be a determined subordination of the whole nature to the one aim no trifling with time, which is passing, with strength which is only too limited. ↗

— Beatrice Webb

#anything #besides #bread #determined #eat

Virtue looks good but it only suits imposing figures. ↗

— Frank Wedekind

#good #imposing #looks #only #suits

If I thought I had hurt my chances of winning another major just because I was chasing money around, I'd wind up kicking myself. ↗

— Mike Weir

#around #because #chances #chasing #had

I listened to Kelley's record with pleasure. Great to hear real music with respect for the righteous roots. Her singing is outstanding - no frills, down to the bone and intense. ↗

— Jerry Wexler

#down #great #hear #her #i

I hate it when people talk about Buffy as being campy... I hate camp, I don't enjoy dumb TV. I believe Aaron Spelling has single-handedly lowered SAT scores. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#aaron spelling #about #being #believe #buffy

I was never interested in singing in the church choir or in school. I was more interested in becoming a musician. ↗

— Cassandra Wilson

#choir #church #i #interested #more

I don't believe that recordings should sound radically better than the artist, I think that's dishonest. For example, I'm not a great singer but if I spent enough time tweaking my vocals, I could sound like one. But I don't, what you hear is pretty much what I sing. ↗

— Malcolm Wilson

#believe #better #could #dishonest #enough

A voice expressing emotion in a musical way moves on. It's like the finale of the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) - the world turns in on itself, as a universe unto itself, in the shape of one human being. ↗

— Dwight Yoakam

#emotion #expressing #finale #human #human being

I didn't get to grow up and pull away from her and bitch about her with my friends and confront her about the things I'd wished she'd done differently and then get older and understand that she had done the best she could and realize that what she had done was pretty damn good and take her fully back into my arms again. Her death had obliterated that. It had obliterated me. It had cut me short at the very heigh of my youthful arrogance. It had forced me to instantly grow up and forgive her every motherly fault at the same time that it kept me forever a child, my life both ended and begun in that premature place where we'd left off. She was my mother, but I was motherless. I was trapped by her, but utterly alone. She would always be the empty bowl that no one could full. I'd have to fill it myself again and again and again. ↗

— Cheryl Strayed

#anger-at-losing-a-mother #grieving-the-loss-of-a-mother #loosing-your-mother-too-young #losing-a-mother #anger