I was interested in both Western and Indian classical music.
The music I write, I feel, is not the kind of music for a 25-year-old.
I guess YouTube is the new destination spot for music videos. That's where I go.
The industry is always changing, but country music is like a force that always comes back.
I'm always kind of surprised how much I'm associated with country music.
I'm making music the way I would have done before modern equipment and music recording.
I'll be honest, watching the music industry collapse has been demoralizing and disheartening at times.
We don't need to illustrate music; music illustrates itself.
When Talking Heads started, we called ourselves Thinking Man's Dance Music.
My brother's been producing rap music and hip-hop for maybe 10 years.
When you are real in your music, people know it and they feel your authenticity.
I want less and less control with music. Just playing music without any idea of composition or writing.
Harpo Marx looks like a musical comedy.
There are no self-proclaimed villains, only regiments of self-proclaimed saints. Victorious historians rule where good or evil lies. We abjure labels. We fight for money and an indefinable pride. The politics, the ethics, the moralities, are irreleva...
Now, watching her sleep, and closing his eyes, he felt, in this particular intimacy - stowed beneath her duvet - that he was intruding. At the same time, he knew, settling down, you couldn´t dislike anyone you'd seen sleep
He is a free man, not because is in a poition of political power and influence that you will never be able to achieve, and not because he has more character and heart in his fingertip than you have in your entire being, but because he is a man, and i...
Elf made his way fuzzily back to the drawer, trying to think nasty thoughts about his tormentor (Mungo the dog) but he couldn't, as he was too little and his mind was formless and without messages. ( "Elf" the tiny kitten Mungo tormented )
The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.
Shane: "Bro," he said, in an injured tone, "I had to go out with a flamethrower, and you weren't there to see it." Michael: "Pics or it didn't happen." Shane: "Dude, little busy for pics. You know, throwing flame." - Black Dawn
Personally, I think so-called "common language" is more interesting and apropos than "proper English"; it's passionate and powerful in ways that "wherefore art thou ass and thy elbow" just isn't.
The next time someone pesters you with unneeded advice, gently remind him of the fate of the monk whom Ivan the Terrible put to death for delivering uninvited (and moralizing) advice. It works as a short-term cure.
