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El silencio es el lienzo en blanco, el marco, sobre lo que trabajas; y no tratas de ahogarlo. ↗

— Keith Richards

#silence #music

Cameras are a lifesaver for very shy people who have nowhere else to hide. Behind a lens they can disguise the fact that they have nothing to say to strangers. ↗

— Pat Conroy

#strangers #music

They [the critics] deal with Schoenberg’s early works and all their wealth by classifying them, with the music-historical cliché, as late romantic post-Wagnerian. One might just as well dispose of Beethoven as a late-classicist post-Haydnerian. ↗

— Theodor W. Adorno

#music-criticism #new-music #music

I want to write a song based on my own childbirth. Of course, this is all a bit premature. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #humor #music #song #music

Robert Kapilow is a born teacher, an enthusiast who can think on his feet, a 110 percent believer in the project at hand ... It’s a cheering thought that this kind of missionary enterprise did not pass from this earth with Leonard Bernstein. Robert Kapilow is awfully good at what he does. We need him. ↗

— Boston Globe

#music #music

Né avec une âme habituelle, j'en ai demandé une autre à la musique : ce fut le début de malheurs inespérés. ↗

— Emil Cioran

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The trouble with modern music is that it's somewhat too intellectual...the brain has been working a little more than the bigger muscle underneath (what you may call it, spirit, inner blast, soul?). ↗

— Charles E. Ives

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Martin Carthy on English folk music: "I'm not interested in heritage - this stuff is alive. ↗

— Martin Carthy

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In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins. ↗

— Elizabeth Goudge

#gratefulness #gratitude #musings #nature #seasons

They went forth to battle, but they always fell; Their eyes were fixed above the sullen shields; Nobly they fought and bravely, but not well, And sank heart-wounded by a subtle spell. They knew not fear that to the foeman yields, They were not weak, as one who vainly wields A futile weapon; yet the sad scrolls tell How on the hard-fought field they always fell. It was a secret music that they heard, A sad sweet plea for pity and for peace; And that which pierced the heart was but a word, Though the white breast was red-lipped where the sword Pressed a fierce cruel kiss, to put surcease On its hot thirst, but drank a hot increase. Ah, they by some strange troubling doubt were stirred, And died for hearing what no foeman heard. ↗

— Shaemus O'Sheel

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