You hear it in your brain. Whatever makes sense. Some songs work well as quartet songs, sometimes they don't.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)
And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end. And all is always now.
My great hero is Billie Holiday, and I've always wanted to do an album of standards with a piano-led quartet.
I'll tell you what I would do in a shot if I could. I would sing in the barbershop quartet in The Music Man.
The Detroit String Quartet played Brahms last night. Brahms lost.
Spring came late. For the children, shut in the dark, cold parsonage, adjusting to Aunt and getting over the death that brought her, the winter had seemed endless. But now the rough moor was flecked with racing cloud shadows; the maltreated holly tre...
The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past.
My family was very encouraging, and both of my grandparents were both beautiful singers. My grandmother was a coloratura soprano, and my grandfather was an Irish tenor in a barbershop quartet.
I know of musicians who have played together for decades who hate each other. The Modern Jazz Quartet for one.
Industry, economy, honesty, and kindness form a quartet of virtues that will never be improved upon.
The most perfect expression of human behavior is a string quartet.
Part of me is probably more conservative than people realise. I like my old string quartets, I don't like music that's trippy for trippy's sake.
There is nothing like scrubbing toilets for a living to make you question the choices you have made in life.
When I heard Monk in person in 1955, he was playing with a quartet in a small club. The place was full of musicians, but there was no public at all.
I got a chance to listen to and watch Thelonious Monk and his quartet play two shows a night, for six weeks. It was a great education. There was my university, man.
My grandmother would sing in the choir, while my dad - while he was in college - sang and recorded with a quartet. So yeah, it was definitely my dad's Southern side that impacted on me musically.
There was one thing Beethoven didn't do. When one of his string quartets was played, you can believe the second violin wasn't improvising.
Lie, illusion, deception, she said--was that it truly, the universal language we all speak?
