#so

Song for the Puberty Rite of a Girl Named Cowaka: A poor man takes the songs in his hand And drops them near the place where the sun sets. See, Cowaka, run to them and take them in your hand, And place them under the sunset. ↗

— Frances Densmore

#old-songs #path #music

I've been wondering about this free will shit. Why we still keep doing the same dance long after we've figured out its not fun anymore. So, we keep shuffing our feet, dancing that dance over and over again. And we keep getting the same result. It ain't the tune - we know that. It's just real hard to admit that when the music stops ... Its all on us. ↗

— The Cleaner

#music

ブラジルには音楽があふれている。カフェに行けば、テーブルを何気なく指で叩いているお年寄りを見かけるし（それも信じられないような複雑なビートで叩く）、カーニヴァルが近づくころになると、リオの丘からはサンバのリズムが雷鳴のように轟く。バーに繰り出せば今度はギターが次から次へとまわされ、みんなが声をそろえて夜更けまで歌い興じる。古い歌だろうと何だろうと、彼らはブラジルの曲なら何でもそらで歌えてしまうのだ。 ブラジル人の心には常に音楽が宿っている。そしてブラジル人のしゃべる言葉、歩く腰つき、サッカーのドリブルなどなど、至るところにリズムが感じられる。[7ページ] ↗

— クリス マッガワン

#mpb #music #sound #music

To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into light. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #grimace #impersonal #impossible #light

If blues culture had developed under the conditions of oppressive, forced labor, hip-hop culture would arise from the conditions of no work ↗

— Jeff Chain in "Can't Stop Won't Stop A History of the Hip-Hop Generation "

#music #society-thinking #music

Hip Hop Generation “captures the collective hopes and nightmares, ambitions and failures of those who would otherwise be described as “post-this” or “post-that.” ↗

— Jeff Chain in "Can't Stop Won't Stop A History of the Hip-Hop Generation "

#hip-hop #music #society #society-thinking #music

I knew it was Peter playing. I fancied he was trying to tell me something - an absurd idea, but it persisted - 'I may not be able to spell, but just you listen to this. ↗

— Jennifer Paynter

#embarrassment #jane-austen #jennifer-paynter #love #mary-bennet

To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth all the years of sorrow that are to come. ↗

— Jack Gilbert

#nature #sorrow #nature

You can go a hundred miles a second Don't have to drive no lousy cab Got everything you want and more man And the King picks up the tab You walk around on streets of gold all day And you never have to listen To what these customers say and I know... ↗

— Marc Cohn

#music #savin-the-best-for-last #song-lyrics #music

I hear it still. As I lay down my pen and take to my bed, I am aware of the bow being drawn across the bridge and the music rises into the night sky. It is far away and barely audible - but there it is! A pizzicato. Then a tremelo. The style is unmistakable. It is Sherlock Holmes who is playing. It must be. I hope with all my heart that he is playing for me . . . ↗

— Anthony Horowitz

#sherlock-holmes #the-house-of-silk #music