#singing

I just start playing music and eventually I sing something, a line of a verse or a B section or a line of a chorus, and the line that I end up singing is related to the music I'm playing, if that makes any sense. And I go from there. ↗

— Bob Seger

#chorus #end #eventually #go #i

I once saw my mother playing Mary Magdalene in a parish event. But she had to put the role aside in order to go and front the choir who were singing at the same occasion. She left the stage halfway through the Crucifixion. ↗

— Fiona Shaw

#choir #crucifixion #event #front #go

My mother adores singing and plays piano. My uncle was a phenomenal pianist. My brother John is a double bassist. I used to play the piano, badly, and cello. My brother Peter played violin. ↗

— Fiona Shaw

#badly #bassist #brother #cello #double

I was born in Alabama and my first live music experiences were in church. Every Sunday we watched regional gospel groups on television singing their hearts out. ↗

— Tommy Shaw

#born #church #every #every sunday #experiences

Speech lessons probably did more for my singing voice - they teach you breathing, resonance. ↗

— Harry Dean Stanton

#did #lessons #more #probably #resonance

I just want to make everybody feel what I'm singing. And just to relate to me and know that this has been dream since I was a little girl. I've worked so hard for this, and I just want them to connect with me. ↗

— Pia Toscano

#connect #dream #everybody #feel #girl

They look for the top note to end every song. They don't know what they are singing about. There is no style. ↗

— Frankie Avalon

#end #every #know #look #note

When I'm sitting in the church alone, I can hear singing of the old people. I can hear their singing and I can hear their praying, and sometimes I hum one of their songs. ↗

— Ernest Gaines

#church #hear #hum #i #i can

Gavin stood within the trees, observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her eyes to sniff at its contents. A smile told him it smelled delicious, but she didn’t open the container to pinch off a sample. Instead, the basket lowered to swing at her side as it had previously done. All at once the air was filled with soft singing--a sweet, merry tune comprised of ludicrous lyrics. It was impossible not to grin at the words. “Rainbows paint the sky ‘til the sun melts their colors. Swinging in the wind, whiskered cattails purr. The pigs gallop by and snort at the moon, While frogs kiss the lizards and princesses too.” ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#dreamland #dreams #gavin #richelle #richelle-goodrich

Popular culture is a place where pity is called compassion, flattery is called love, propaganda is called knowledge, tension is called peace, gossip is called news, and auto-tune is called singing. ↗

— Criss Jami

#bandwagon #compassion #culture #fads #flattery