I grew up thinking art was pictures until I got into music and found I was an artist and didn't paint.
Music and art and culture is escapism, and escapism sometimes is healthy for people to get away from reality. The problem is when they stay there.
I've always been obsessed by visual art as I have been by music personally, but that doesn't mean anything professionally.
Music embodies feeling without forcing it to contend and combine with thought, as it is forced in most arts and especially in the art of words.
Is there not an art, a music, and a stream of words that shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?
I know there are some labels that put out music for art's sake, but I don't know which ones.
No matter what is happening in life or in the world - war, natural disaster, poor health, pain, the death of loved ones - if existence is filled with art, music and literature, life will be fulfilling, a joy.
Punk's influence on music, movies, art, design and fashion is no longer in doubt. It is used as the measurement for what is cool.
In music, you feel a connection to the voice and think about the person behind it. In art that's secondary.
Change is an internal thing. Different things happen or transform, and music and art is a documentation of that.
When played together, love is music in life
The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.
To dance to fey music is the beginning of the end.
Strange how potent cheap music is.
To play your music in front of the fans that love it, it's like the best feeling in the world.
The best music, you can seek some shelter in it momentarily, but it's essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.
I don't live for the accolades. I'm more so about the music. Making it, and putting it out. Those are the two best feelings.
Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.
There is music in words, and it can be heard you know, by thinking.
You learn a lot about each other from a tour, musically and humanly.
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
