There’s no melody in life that is sweeter than the sound of success and accomplishment.
I think that every band tries to mature their sound through their existence, you know?
Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician's curse.
Composition gives proper meaning to the natural streams of sound that penetrate the world.
Rain drops are not synchronized yet they create that sound worth listening to.
Get someone else to blow your horn and the sound will carry twice as far.
You know, it sounds corny, but I believe in myself. And I work hard.
I don't mean this to sound cliche, but it's really about the work for me. I like to keep working on things.
Women are a key part of the sound of the groups that accompany male singers like Kirk Franklin, Israel Houghton, and myself.
I like the feeling that I'm giving young women self-confidence. It sounds so cliched, but it can be very moving.
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