#singin

In college I had a weekend gig at a restaurant, a solo thing that was the best practice I could have ever had. That's where I learned to coordinate my singing and my piano playing. ↗

— Norah Jones

#college #coordinate #could #ever #gig

For my own singing, I used to be attracted by the baroque, the flashier the better, but now I prefer a simpler, purer style. ↗

— Renee Fleming

#baroque #better #i #my own #now

There were some things that I found I really enjoyed singing about; like, on the title track, there's this film-noir character of a woman who's sort of losing it in a room. ↗

— Diana Krall

#character #enjoyed #found #i #like

I don't have the will for singing but I must do it. ↗

— Alfredo Kraus

#must #singing #will

We had our unhappy moments but they got channelled into the kind of sadness that was necessary for singing a song about going nowhere. So it worked out very well I think. ↗

— Tina Weymouth

#going #got #had #i #i think

If I heard someone else singing like me, I would buy it in a heartbeat. ↗

— Amy Winehouse

#else #heard #heartbeat #i #like

Art can model the more difficult dynamic of transfiguring one’s life, but at some point the dynamic reverses itself: life models, or forces, the existential crisis by which art—great art—is fully experienced. There is a fluidity between art and life, then, in the same way that there is, in the best lives, a fluidity between mind and matter, self and soul, life and death. Experience seems to stream clearly through some lives, rather than getting slowed and clogged up in the drift-waste of ego, or stagnating in little inlets of despair, envy, rage. It has to do with seizing and releasing as a single gesture. It has to do with standing in relation to life and death ... owning an emptiness that, because you have claimed it, has become a source of light, wearing your wound that, like a ramshackle house on some high exposed hill, sings with the hard wind that is steadily destroying it. ↗

— Christian Wiman

#death #life #singing #transcendence #art

What Your Soul Sings Don't be afraid Open your mouth and say Say what your soul sings to you Your mind can never change Unless you ask it to Lovingly re-arrange The thoughts that make you blue The things that bring you down Only do harm to you And so make your choice joy The joy belongs to you And when you do You'll find the one you love is you You'll find you Love you Don't be ashamed no To open your heart and pray Say what your soul sings to you So no longer pretend That you can't feel it near That tickle on your hand That tingle in your ear Oh ask it anything Because it loves you dear It's your most precious king If only you could hear And when you do You'll find the one you need is you You'll find you Love you ↗

— Massive Attack

#singing #soul #change

I like singing in harmony - I like not having to sing every song. ↗

— Susanna Hoffs

#harmony #having #i #like #sing

Jewelry should not upstage you. I pick one hot point on my body that I'm going to highlight. Let one area do the singing - you don't want to hear three songs at once. ↗

— Padma Lakshmi

#body #going #hear #highlight #hot