#sound

Being very famous is not the fun it sounds. It merely means you're being chased by a lot of people and you lose your privacy. ↗

— Colin Wilson

#chased #famous #fun #lose #lot

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

When you hear a large symphony orchestra. for instance, in a concert hall, there's a big, sweeping sound that just doesn't get on to a record. ↗

— Teddy Wilson

#concert #concert hall #get #hall #hear

I'm sick to death of people saying we've made 11 albums that sounds exactly the same, Infact, we've made 12 albums that sound exactly the same. ↗

— Angus Young

#death #exactly #i #made #people

My body is an ugly masterpiece that lives off the beauty of sound. ↗

— Chad Sugg

#life #masterpiece #music #sound #ugly

The raw and natural sounds of Aero music don't subtract from it's beauty, instead it creates a rich soundscape for the musician to create within. ↗

— Jim O Rourke

#aerow #arrow #music #natural #sound

She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#death

I like watching baseball as much as my grandma’s left ear is loud. (She’d probably give her right ear for a left ear that wasn’t soundproof). 
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— Jarod Kintz

#baseball-is-boring #ear #grandma #grandmother #loud

It was an amazing garden like nothing Will had ever seen. Everything was covered in snow and glittering ice, the winding paths, the clusters of trees and what looked like mazes. And here and there blue fountains splashed and a river meandered between them, though the water didn’t look like water at all but like a stream of sapphires. And strangest of all was how see-through everything looked, trees showing through trees, the river showing through heaps of snow. It was all like a daydream, half imagination, half reality. But Will knew that it was real. ↗

— Dew Pellucid

#the-sound-and-the-echoes #winter #imagination

Sound gives life to our words just as well as the images they conjure up and the sound is there, whether or not we read them aloud. ↗

— A.A. Patawaran

#sounds #writing #life